Clyde kept going faster and faster as he continued to climb through the ruined city. His running flowed from one structure to another with precise control while the broken landscape beneath him crumbled further under the assault of the descending tentacles.
Lightning still coiled tightly around his body, illuminating his path in flashes of white and blue that cut through the dust-filled air, while each leap carried him higher above the collapsing streets below.
As he moved, something happened.
It was not visible, nor was it something he could track with his eyes, but the change was undeniable.
A presence that before felt distant and overwhelming now sharpened and became more focused, and aware. Even without eyes, even without a clear face to look at, Clyde could feel it distinctly as the being above began to direct its attention toward him.
It had noticed him and was looking at him.
