The green light didn't scatter this time.
It gathered instead, pulling inward from every direction at once, the scattered plumes rising out of the cracked streets bending toward a single point somewhere past the rooftops, converging faster with every passing second. Jin felt the pull of it even from where he stood, a strange, magnetic pressure tugging at the edges of everything, like the whole city had started exhaling toward one place all at once. His skin prickled with it, the same sensation he imagined standing too close to a live wire might produce, except spread thin across every inch of him at once.
"That's not an explosion," Seul said, voice tight, watching the light gather. "That's a summons."
