The gravitational well reached its breaking point. The sheer concentration of power tore apart the air, making it scream.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The debris orbiting the construct spun faster and faster until it became a lethal ring of shrapnel, humming with a frequency that shattered nearby glass and made the soldiers' ears bleed.
DRIP. DRIP.
Crimson droplets fell from the ears of the traumatized Aethelgard warriors as they pressed their hands against their heads, unable to bear the sonic assault.
Then, Rex Rexilion moved.
It wasn't just a lunge; it was an eruption. The construct ignited itself, propelling forward with the combined fury of Peak Superhuman Physique and Telekinesis at Full Potential.
Every muscle fiber in its synthetic body coiled and snapped like a loaded spring.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The ground behind it exploded outward as it launched itself, a comet of white-hot energy streaking toward Xerollion.
