In the once bustling and lively city of Akkad, silence now reigned supreme.

Where merchants previously haggled, sold and traded their goods remained nothing but empty stands and walkways littered by corpses. 

Feasting on these corpses were hundreds of crows, vultures and other scavengers.

This scene was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary compared to other pillaged cities, had it not been for the fact that thousands upon thousands of liters of blood was currently traveling in thick streams towards the center of the town square. 

As the capital of the Akkadian empire, the city of Akkad's town square might as well have symbolized the heart of the empire. 

Now, in the heart of the soon to be fallen empire, a never before seen situation was unfolding. Located in the exact center of the plaza was now an unknown object that could only be described as an egg. 

Though contrary to the eggs of birds or reptiles, this 'egg' was unusually large, reaching a staggering height of 1,5 meters.  

What was even more unusual than its immense size was its color, or to be more precise, its pattern.

Colored in different shades of gray and white, no exact pattern could be discerned due the constant movement of the pigments that resembled waves sometimes and resembled moving clouds other times. 

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Though perhaps the most unusual property of the egg was its levitation, which made it float half a meter above the pavement. 

Connected to this bizarre levitating egg was also another set of strange objects.

Branching out from the sides of the egg were thick, thorny vines completely black in color. These vines further branched out into a dense bush that covered the eternity of the plaza’s pavement. 

If one were to look deeper into the dense vegetation, they would also find that hundreds of corpses were currently ensnared in the jungle-like foliage. 

Despite being corpses in the same city, the only similarity between these ensnared fellas on plaza and the corpses spread around the town was their lack of body warmth. 

Contrary to the cold bodies of townsmen who displayed clear gash and stab wounds, the ones in the bush seemed to have died of strangulation, most likely from the vines that were currently holding onto them.

Additionally, the dozens of thorns that were puncturing each corpse seemed to suck out every last drop of blood, which was then transported through vines and into the egg.

Covering this dense, blood sucking plantation was a heavy crimson-colored mist, which made the current scene even more ominous. 

As more and more blood was sucked out of the soon-to-be empty meat bags, a new source of the red liquid of life arrived. 

Similar to the rising tide, blood began filling up the plaza in excessive amounts, making it seem as if divine punishment had struck the now silent and desolate city of Akkad. 

Though divine punishment it was not, for it was instead a demonic grace, brought forth by the wails of a fallen empire.