Dominic watched the chaos below with a calm smile as he spoke in a mocking tone.
"Look at them. They call themselves survivors, but the moment pressure touches them, they scatter like dirt under water. That Henry really did a disgusting job." His eyes turned to the Broken Dawn side, and he added, "Your people are better, I'll give you that. However, that doesn't mean any of you will leave here alive."
He lifted his hand again, palm open, and the blood ring responded by forming thicker drops, larger projectiles, and the fear that had already been spreading turned into something worse because the next wave would be even more destructive.
BANG!
The next projectile came down and struck the corner of a collapsed building within the incomplete city where several fighters had taken shelter. The impact shattered stone while blood splashed into the cracks, burning through cloth and skin with the same cruel persistence.
