"This whole place is pretty limiting, don't you think?"
Gereon straightened himself after letting just a tiny bit of his will escape before retracting. The three figures, Luther, Quill, and May, seemed to have frozen by what he let out. Seemingly thinking about what kind of abomination they were fighting.
He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the sky above.
"Erase..."
He only uttered a single word, but the whole cathedral seemed to vanish under his command, not even disintegrating. Just that the walls and roof seemed to have stopped existing, as if they were never there to begin with.
Nothing but the open sky above, shattered foundations below. Gereon stood in the middle of it, sleeves rolled up (metaphorically) like he was about to fix a leaky pipe instead of being swarmed by three walking paradoxes.
"Alright," Gereon muttered. "Round two. Let's make it stupid."
Quill flicked his coin so high it seemed to vanish into the stars. "Odds say you regret saying that."
