For a single race to possess two treasures of that calibre, in one city, during such an early stage of the apocalypse... It was unprecedented.
In all my memories and even my wildest imaginings of the end times, I had never heard of such a thing. It defied the established logic of the system.
"They must have received direct support from their higher-ups," I muttered. It was the only explanation that made sense in such an anomalous case. "But what exactly are they trying to accomplish?"
ROAR!
The answer came with a deafening vibration that rattled my teeth. The pillar of light, which had fallen directly onto the monster's massive head, began to contract.
At first, I assumed the energy was simply fading, but I soon realised the truth was far more terrifying.
The light wasn't disappearing; it was concentrating. What had been a beam tens of meters wide was shrinking, intensifying until it was no thicker than a closed fist.
