All of it rumbled; the city quaked beneath the stampede of the colossal elementals; cars were crushed into burnt sheets of metal beneath their fiery feet. It was a scenery viewed from those fleeing on the other side of the sector; the sight of the giant creations of burning blue, trampling and reducing all to ash.
[//Spontaneous Ev0lut10n: Psionic Mind]
The lone human was no larger than an ant, peering up at the incoming stampede, staring at the foremost steed with a head that stood over skyscrapers. A calm exhale passed his lips, emitting from the obsidian mask as he looked onto the incoming march.
With his hands outstretched, the entire city around him was attached like a sixth sense, feeling the rough grain of the concrete, the sleek panels of highrises, the soil beneath it all.
["Tear it from the seams. Anything–anything to stop him."]
