Jonah hit the street and started running. The rain stuck his dark hair to his forehead, but he didn't feel the cold. He was completely focused on the end of the alley. He saw Draven, fighting off the wrong versions of Nyx and Maul. He saw Seraph, moving so fast and taking out soldiers with blue energy shots.
And he saw him. Subject Beta.
He stood in the middle of it all, completely untouched, his dead eyes watching the chaos he had unleashed.
Jonah slid to a stop, his boots slipping on the wet street. He was just outside the main firefight, partially hidden by the shadow of a large cargo container.
The fight was horrifying and strange.
Beta didn't create. He didn't weave essences or shape life. He just... used things. He pointed, and his broken puppets attacked. There was no synergy, no clever strategy, no bond between him and his Progeny. They were just weapons for him to use.
