The first thing he saw, fire raining from the heavens. Instinct took over.
With a single thought, a massive shield manifested above the city, a vast arc of condensed will and space. The first wave of meteors slammed into it, detonating in blinding bursts of flame and shockwaves that rolled across the barrier.
The city was safe.
For now.
Osita was not satisfied.
His gaze shifted, sharp, furious locking onto the colossal back of the Beast King as it moved relentlessly toward the western forest.
My wife, my daughter. That was where they were, not here. Not this city, not these people who called him king.
And yet, he was still protecting them.
The irony burned hotter than the falling meteors.
At that moment, the oppressive force holding the city eased. Bodies that had been frozen suddenly dropped back into motion. Cries erupted, chaos spilling free once more.
Nwadike moved instantly.
Always punctual.
