The rain came down sideways now—ash, not water.
Nullbreed stood at the heart of what used to be a plaza, his boots half-sunk into a crater where the world had caved in just trying to resist him. Rubble floated midair, trapped in his passive field of distortion. Every breath he took rewrote the tension in space around him. Every blink unraveled laws that once held this city together.
And the heroes…
They were running out.
Scattered across the broken streets, the few who could still stand regrouped. Prism Core limped, dragging two of her fractured light clones back toward cover. Titan Quake's left shoulder was shattered—his arm hung useless as he tried to lift a slab off a wounded teammate.
The sky crackled again.
But this time, not thunder.
It was Nullbreed.
He raised a single hand—and the storm obeyed.
