A 9.1 magnitude earthquake strikes with unimaginable force, sending shockwaves through the earth’s crust that ripple for hundreds of kilometers. Buildings sway violently before crumbling, roads crack open, and power lines fall like dead branches. The ground roars, a deep and endless growl, as people scramble for safety, their screams drowned by the chaos around them. Within minutes, the sea begins to pull back unnaturally from the coast, exposing the ocean floor—a warning sign too few understand. Then it comes. A towering wall of water, dark and merciless, crashes into the city with a deafening roar. It swallows everything in its path—cars, homes, trees, even entire neighborhoods—dragging them inland before sucking them back toward the sea. The wave is not a single blow, but a series of monstrous surges that pound the coastline again and again. Streets become rivers. Buildings vanish under the weight of the water. Survivors cling to anything that floats, their faces etched with shock, pain, and disbelief. Fires break out from gas line ruptures. The air is thick with smoke, salt, and dust. Communication is cut off, the skyline forever changed, and the city that once pulsed with life is now drowned in silence and sorrow. Emergency responders, if any survive, are overwhelmed. The survivors are left with nothing but rubble, bodies, and a haunting stillness. In mere moments, the earthquake and ensuing tidal wave have turned a thriving city into a shattered memory of what once was.