PiT 007: True Soldier of Destruction

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In the destroyed city, a lone figure stood. Shadow looked silently around, taking in the result of what he had done. Every person who had been in the city before he had arrived was dead or fled.

It was twilight, the time when shadows are nonexistent, but you can still see the hand in front of you. The dark hedgehog strode calmly around the ruins, staring at both the bareness of the city around him, and the emptiness of the sky.

The sky held no stars, no clouds. The sun was receding into the western sky, and the moon had yet to appear. Yet, the sky was beautiful, although it was empty.

The city, however, was ugly. It had been ugly even before Shadow had destroyed it. The sky couldn't be seen at night because of the city lights and the smog the light reflected off of. The people had scuttled around like insects in a nest, merely surviving, and not really living. He had removed this blemish of a city from the planet.

And many more were going to follow.

Is true beauty natural or artificial?