There was a series of coughs.

“Shit.”

The woman stood before the command building. Or rather, what was once the command building.

It had blown apart from the inside, blasted rock and dust settling onto the floor.

Even one inside, she presumed, was dead.

Those damn creatures and they’re damned power cores. The war was lost from the beginning, she knew it, as soon as the scent of charred meat reached her nose.

It was only a few seconds after that she seen the blinding flash of crimson red incinerating one of her fellow soldiers.

A/N

Not finished but I liked the prompt :)