Falling inside a collapsing building wasn't like the movies where you have time to have a meaningful conversation or grab a convenient ledge. There was no slow motion, no dramatic orchestral score swelling in the background, just the deafening roar of twisting metal and the terrifying sensation of your stomach trying to exit through your throat while gravity decided to take a personal day.
Rin plummeted through the hole he'd blasted in the floor, debris raining around him like a hailstorm of concrete and glass, but it wasn't just falling debris, it was worse. The "Gray" energy Rin had unleashed—that volatile, unstable mix of his void and Senna's white order—wasn't just breaking the tower physically, it was deleting it digitally.
Chunks of the ceiling didn't crumble, they dissolved into massive, floating cubes of blue light that flickered and vanished, erasing anything they touched.
