Aron's hair whipped wildly in the wind, the once-black strands now streaked with white.
Hovering high in the sky, he looked down with icy calm.
A sphere of lightning crackled in his palm, hissing and bending the air around it.
For a moment, Aron gazed at it, silent, distant, before flicking his wrist and sending the glowing orb hurtling toward the spectators below.
He could have annihilated every last one of them with a mere snap of his fingers.
Yet he only stood there, suspended above the world, expression unreadable.
The lightning sphere tore through the air, distorting space itself wherever it passed.
It screamed downward, sweeping through the crowd of rescuers rushing toward D-One.
To them, the attack moved in terrible slow motion.
Faces twisted with disbelief, horror, and sheer unwillingness to die as the sphere erased them one after another, evaporating flesh, shattering stone, obliterating everything within a two-mile radius.
And still, it moved unhindered.
