The air rippled. The wind ceased. The world bloated, an immense, powerful explosion of sound and dust.
An expansion of the air, molecules twirling in furious uncertainty, world laws clouded by the dust of incoming devastation.
Mixed in the harbinger of doom and suffering, shades of its emerald hue cast a solace against the glass windows of the building. A low murmur, forceful, tremendous, commanding. Sealing the building shut as it shattered under the crucible of its own demise.
It splattered into the air, twirls of devastating wind blasts and sonic explosions in the form of concentric waves. Blasting. Pulsating. Its cosmic power basking the night sky in a deathly tone of viridian.
It shimmered brilliantly, carrying waves that crackled with intensity. A shudder like the thunderous sound of the heavens. A trumpet of ethereal figures, stoic, firm, regal– vast in power, yet endowed in malevolence.
