Bruce watched as Ash lifted into the air with a single powerful flap of its gigantic wings.
The impact was immediate.
A violent surge of wind exploded outward, kicking up dust and debris as nearby banners snapped taut and loose rubble skidded across the ground. The sudden pressure sent Bruce's hair whipping back sharply, his coat snapping against his frame.
Ash rose effortlessly.
One moment it was there.
The next, it was already climbing, its massive form cutting cleanly through the sky as if gravity itself had loosened its grip.
Bruce's gaze lingered for only a second.
Then he turned away.
Ash shot upward before plunging down like a meteor, its massive body twisting mid-air as gravity dragged it toward a dense cluster of mutant wolves pushing relentlessly against the Awakeneds' defensive line.
PAH!
The impact was catastrophic.
