"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!"
"RUN!"
"IDIOT, HE'S TOO FAST!"
The city descended into chaos.
Every street that Andregil charged through was reduced to rubble, the earth splitting as if the world itself was being torn apart.
Tens of thousands of humans died in minutes, crushed beneath collapsing buildings or obliterated outright by the force of his [Calamity Charge].
His roar shook the air, echoing through every corner of the ruins.
Meanwhile, Stark followed.
It wasn't hard. The trail of destruction was too obvious after all.
Stark's expression stayed calm, though his mind sharpened.
The longer Andregil rampaged, the more survivors would die.
He needed to end this fast once it was over.
The monsters were already bad enough.
'The charge lasted fifteen minutes in my past life,' Stark thought, weaving through burning streets, 'That should give me time before I catch up.'
Even as he moved, he cut down the smaller threats drawn to the chaos.
