Up on the wall, Marcus saw nothing but a smear of purple light where Noah had been standing, and then that smear was everywhere. It went through the front of the horde in a straight line, cut back, cut across, doubled back again, so fast that it looked less like one man moving and more like the whole field was being scribbled over with a violet marker.
Beasts dropped. They didn't fall so much as come apart, one after another, in neat clean pieces. There was no fighting back. There wasn't time.
On the stream, the purple line just zigzagged across the frame. The camera couldn't keep up with it. Nobody could.
[Krisp_Wav: WHAT]
[DadBod_Defender: I CANT SEE HIM]
[EclipseFan2071: HE'S JUST A LINE]
[TacticalObserver: frame by frame this later i need to see this]
It took five seconds. Marcus counted, without meaning to. One. Two. Three. Four.
Five.
