A sudden realization struck Sozen with chilling clarity. The cloaked figure was not just another participant but seemed to have come specifically to target him. This insight only heightened his anxiety. The figure, revealing long, jet-black claws extending from a pair of gloves, raised an arm towards the sky with an ominous gesture.
“Shall we?” the cloaked figure intoned, his voice resonating with a menacing calm.
Standing beside him, the maid in the maid outfit, Mary, interjected with a foreboding tone. “There will be collateral, master Waver.”
The cloaked figure—presumably named Waver—paused, his gaze fixed intently on Sozen. The tension in the air was palpable as Waver began a countdown, his voice echoing with a chilling precision.
“10… 9… 8…”
Sozen, surrounded by his loyal subordinates who eagerly awaited his command, felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. Their faces, filled with trust and anticipation, only deepened his internal struggle. Despite the gravity of the situation, Sozen gritted his teeth, his resolve wavering under the immense pressure.
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“Get out of here!!” he shouted, his voice breaking with urgency and desperation. The order was a desperate attempt to save as many as he could, even as the reality of his situation became increasingly grim.
As Waver’s countdown reached its final moments, the atmosphere around them shifted dramatically. “...3… 2… 1. I am coming, Sozen!”
The destruction began with the exterior elements: doors and window frames splintering under the force of Waver’s power. The destruction escalated rapidly as the walls started to crack, and soon, the very structure of the building began to collapse. The once-solid edifice was reduced to a crumbling mess under the relentless assault.
Sozen’s mind struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the destruction. Hundreds of thousands of minute slashes sliced through the building’s materials, tearing apart the cement and causing the structure to disintegrate. The sight was horrifying, an almost surreal manifestation of raw, devastating power.
In a daze, Sozen found himself retreating, his legs moving instinctively away from the chaos. He was struck by a profound sense of disbelief. “Huh? I’m running away even though I’m supposed to be the leader…” he thought numbly. The weight of his title as the heir to a powerful corporation felt inconsequential in the face of such overwhelming force.
Despite his personal fear and the disorienting experience, Sozen took a measure of solace in the knowledge that he had managed to evacuate most of his people. Their safety, at least for the immediate moment, was a small comfort amidst the devastation.