Like it had not been there at all.
The crowd gasped. Children screamed. Soldiers scrambled. But no one could comprehend the scale or the physics of what they had just witnessed.
Somewhere above, Osita's eyes narrowed. A deafening explosion tore through the sky, shaking the very air. The following shockwave struck the ground like a hammer of pure force, shredding flesh from bone and flattening streets in its path.
The Beast King's body, unlike Osita's, could not withstand the assault. It struck the deep hollow left by its own fall, flattening against the earth with a sound that made the world itself tremble. Limbs bent at impossible angles, wings splayed uselessly, feathers and scales sheared apart.
And yet, from that mangled form, the cackling did not cease.
