It was as if the heavens themselves split open.
A colossal spear of fire descended from upper half of the skyscraper, its incandescent brilliance eclipsing the surrounding skyline. It tore through the atmosphere like a falling star, trailing ribbons of crimson and gold that illuminated the city in a hellish radiance.
The air shrieked in its wake, windows bursting across the towering buildings as the sheer heat warped the glass and sent curtains of flame licking across their facades. The very top of the building it was fired from was no where, concrete, glass, and metal all melted and rushed below.
Beneath its descent, the streets glowed beneath an oppressive crimson haze, asphalt blistering and metal fixtures beginning to melt.
And from below? The frost answered.
