Panic hit like a shockwave. Sirens screamed, the sky turned black, and the city watched its own skyline burn in real time. Streets vanished behind barricades, families were shoved back from the danger they could still smell, still feel in their lungs. Officials begged for calm, but even their voices shook. Rumors raced faster than the flames, and every unanswered call felt like a verdict. No one knew how long the power would last, how far the fire would reach, or whether the next explosion would shatter glass or shatter lives. By midnight, people stopped asking when it would end and started whispering a different, sharper question: what if this is only the beg… Continues…