The cold gale cuts through the drenched survivors. In the far distance, a strawberry red fireball erupts into the sky, shocking apart the vast obsidian clouds gathered behind it. The stormfront bears down on the slate outline of the city, whose edifice of massive buildings are made small by the rolling supercell.
A greater darkness looms in that misama of almost-black purples and blues. As the clatter of sporadic gunfire rattles across the streets and into the air, something far larger than the largest buildings shifts in the storm. A arching limb folds the clouds around it, shifting the cocktails of gasses in its path, and those few that are not fighting for their lives at that very moment might glance the suggestion of something serpentine looming in the choked sky above. A dull glimmer of metal. The folds of a towering mechanical leg dragging a titanic bulk towards the city.
Paddy Dobson
21st April 2022