How I Met My Mates
The voice rising from the abyss did not hit our ears like sound; it hit our bones like a physical shockwave.
The ancient, metallic boom vibrated up through the star-metal struts, shattering the glass lenses of the Vanguard suppression cannons before the enforcers could even pull their triggers.
The purple wolf-bane gas, meant to fill the narrow catwalk, was violently sucked downward into the chasm by a sudden, massive rush of displacement air.
High above, the acoustic transmission line clicked off with a harsh, static pop. Julian’s arrogant commentary had cut out entirely.