And then Leviathan was in view, entering the same street I was on.
Well, shit. Hi there.
As if to herald his coming, a massive wave crashed hard against the barrier of ice Eidolon had erected around the wrecked Boardwalk, the spray seemingly reaching nearly to the stormclouds above.
Strike one.
One shoulder was bloated, five times the normal size, twisted, like it was covered in elephantine tumors, bleeding openly.
Huh, nice.
I have a feeling Tattle’s power would still say he has no weaknesses, but it’s a good sign.
Hm. Maybe the bloating is the result of one or more of Bakuda’s bombs?
He was injured in other places, had a hole through the side of his stomach, a larger blackened wound at the base of his neck, and a fifth of his face was missing, torn off below the cheekbone.
I’m not sure he has a cheekbone, but this is good nonetheless.
He didn’t seem to be suffering much.
This, not so much.
He held Kaiser’s upper torso in the one claw, tossed it casually to one side. The man’s legs were nowhere to be seen.
…
Look, it’s no secret I didn’t like him. That doesn’t mean I wanted… no, you know what? Fuck you, Max, you’re a piece of shit and I can’t finish that sentence and feel entirely sincere about it.
Wait, what? I hadn’t heard the report on Kaiser’s death.
…also, this. I was going to comment on that, but forgot.
Is this some sort of false Kaiser?
I checked my armband, where my arm hung immobile at my side.
It was dead, offline. Black screen.
Oh. Hm.
That’s not good.
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