And though their faces caked ash gray and black from fallen debris and clouds thicker than atomic aftermath, their eyes bore witness to the vibrant sphere of energy above them. Nearby buildings ripped from the beams, sucked into the mass of dark matter and bubbling blue and yellow. Sparks of lightning ripped at its core, and if you were too close, you were as good as dead. Though it mattered not in the span of seconds; a kaleidoscopic explosion tearing the city into two.

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