The last few miles of the bridge were darkened by oily rain and the sky became a sickly, pale green as he exited.  The east side of the Bridge was nothing like the west Aquarean side, there were no merchants here and if there were to be people, you better just stay clear of them.  Clyde skidded the cycle to a halt and got off.  The heat was intense and would’ve incinerated a normal man, Clyde just sweated as he looked around.

                 Oil rigs and towers were burning for as far as he could make out.  Flames shot hundreds of feet in the air.

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