This process was repeated five times in total, a pulsing rhythm of annihilation that turned the area into a literal meat grinder.
John stood rooted, motionless in his spot. The fierce gale of the wind clashed against his face and whipped his hair wildly. He was standing well within the area of effect of the shockwaves. He received zero damage and wasn't even pushed back an inch.
"Damn me! Am I dreaming, or did John turn into a monster now?!!!"
From atop the high walls, Luke finally found his voice, shaking off the immense shock that had paralysed the entire group the moment the three blue little stars had erupted.
"Ahem," Ricky cleared his throat, though his face remained ashen white, speaking volumes about the existential dread he was feeling. "At least he is a monster on our side."
