All the civilians froze.
Above the ruined street, spheres of condensed light hovered into existence, silent and perfectly still. For half a second, no one moved.
Then the spheres began to glow and panic exploded, as someone turned to run, a beam of light erupted and it pierced straight through the man's head, vaporizing it instantly, as his body collapsed before the sound even registered.
That was enough.
People screamed. They ran. They tripped over each other in blind terror.
The spheres answered.
Light crisscrossed the street in chaotic patterns, beams snapping from one target to another with no rhythm, no mercy. Citizens fell like flies, heads pierced, torsos cored, limbs severed. The street turned into a slaughterhouse in seconds.
Adam didn't move.
He stood there as death bloomed around him, senses stretching to their absolute limit, trying to find him.
Where are you?…
Bodies dropped. Blood sprayed. Essence scattered.
