Judgment's Aftermath - The God Ball Mission by Chris Rabalais

Under a bruised and turbulent sky heavy with the smoke of finality, the cityscape lies fractured, a graveyard of steel and concrete ravaged by the closing battles of the Apocalypse. Thrusting up violently from the shattered pavement and debris-strewn streets, the colossal skull of the vanquished Adversary dominates the desolation. Its immense, cracked bone structure, marked by eons of malice, still radiates a dying, hellish heat. Lingering flames lick from within vacant eye sockets and around its jagged base, like the last malevolent gasps of a monstrous fire finally being extinguished. It smolders amidst the apocalyptic ruins—cars twisted into unrecognizable shapes, buildings standing as skeletal remains—a monstrous, chilling testament not just to a battle won, but to the final, absolute silencing of evil itself, its ancient power broken and its reign reduced to this horrifying, fading effigy.