For the first time since he had awakened to this second life, for the first time since he had begun his climb through the ranks of gods and monsters, Rex Rexilion faced a problem he could not measure.
The variables were gone, and the math had failed. There was only the terrifying certainty of approaching annihilation.
Apollo moved.
It wasn't a run; it was a displacement of reality. One moment he was twenty paces away, a pillar of blinding white gold light; the next, he was a streak of celestial fury that tore through the air with a sound like thunder cracking directly overhead.
BOOM CRACK.
The sheer displacement of air created a vacuum behind him, sucking loose debris and blood mist into his wake.
Rex's mind screamed at him to move. His battered concentration, fraying like a rope under tension, scraped against the limits of his Foresight.
'Move... Now!'
