Above the clouds, the frigid wind stung Barton's face until it was numb. He lay prone on the back of a Big Thief Gull, his eyes staring wide from behind his Goggles as he gazed at the scene below.
What lay below was no longer a port.
It was a seething cauldron.
The moment the mimic torpedoes detonated inside the shield, the golden curtain of light that was supposed to protect the city became its deadliest accomplice. It perfectly trapped the explosion's shockwaves and intense heat, allowing the energy to surge and build within the enclosed space.
No sound reached him.
They were too high up.
Barton could only see a blinding white light devour the Governor's Mansion. Then, like a balloon inflated to its breaking point, the light expanded madly within the shield, consuming every inch of space. Buildings, streets, people—all were vaporized in that single moment.
"So this is... 'bathwater'?"
