The numerical display, already fried from trying to quantify the sheer lunacy of Daniel and Ayra's power exchange, sparked and died.
With a final, deafening explosion, the pillar shattered. Not bent, not dented. It exploded outwards in a starburst of glittering adamantium shrapnel.
The crowd, already reeling, screamed and dove for cover.
Several nearby structures that had survived Ayra's initial power-up now looked like they'd been hit by an artillery bombardment.
"Well," Roxa Rourke commented from behind an overturned equipment locker, calmly wiping fried food grease from her chin with the back of her hand.
"I think they voided the warranty on that one. And possibly the platform's structural integrity."
Lia, looked towards the epicenter of the destruction, her calm grey eyes wide with a mixture of clinical fascination and profound alarm.
The sheer destructive output was beyond anything she had anticipated, even from two S-Grade talents.
