Northern continued to glance back even as he helped the people and guided them towards the rift. All of the abominations, the damned Destroyers stood motionless in a single place, as though rooted to the ground with no interest to move.
The only part of their bodies that struggled to break free from the Inertia was their heads, which shifted left and right like corrupted data, glitching between reality and destruction.
No matter how close he ventured to them, they remained frozen, defiant statues in a battlefield of destruction.
And Burning Storm lurked among them, picking them off one by one, unleashing terrible devastation upon each Destroyer.
Northern watched as Burning Storm's fists blurred with power, leaving craters of destruction in their wake. The air itself seemed to tremble with each impact.
