A deafening boom split the sky above Sector III's surface level, fire blooming like a metal flower as an entire block of reinforced concrete and steel was vaporized.
Shattered windows rained down across the skyline, the shockwave throwing parked cruisers and debris through the air like weightless toys.
Out of the roiling smoke stepped a figure—silhouetted by the inferno, calm in all the chaos.
Boots clacked softly against the fractured steel as he stepped into the night, exhaling slowly. His long golden hair—recently trimmed but still falling past his shoulders—was held back by a sharp golden hairpin shaped like a crescent fang, shimmering faintly under the city's moonlight.
He wore a fitted black shirt etched with fine golden embroidery; his pants matched in color, pressed clean with razor-sharp lines and stitched with gold along the seams, glinting as he moved.
