Black smoke rose high into the sky.

Destroyed buildings. The ground torn apart and ravaged. Debris from bricks scattered everywhere.

In the middle of a city that looked as if it had been obliterated by a massive air raid, Anna was kneeling.

Alongside her was Sora.

“We’re sorry… It won’t happen again….”

Sora’s avatar had its head bowed, performing a perfect dogeza—a deep, sincere apology.

“How did it come to this?”

I muttered as I looked around at the desolate city.

The EYEAI Minecraft server had fallen.

At least, that’s how I would describe it.

How did the once peaceful …