Brandon's lips curled into a malicious grin, his eyes flashing with condescension as he parted his lips to spit the word—
"Fil—"
BOOM!
Before he could finish, Rihanna's hand moved in a blur, and in the next instant, a thunderous explosion tore through the ship.
A section of the holy vessel erupted in fire and shrapnel, the once pristine structure splintering like a broken toy as flames and smoke surged into the sky.
From below, those on the battlefield jerked their heads upward, eyes wide as a massive chunk of the ship tore away, sending twisted metal and burning debris plummeting toward the island.
One of which instantly tore a child running out of the way into uneven halves, his mother screaming as she watched her child fall apart on either sides.
This was the fate of those without power I'm this world.
More explosions followed—each one tearing through the ship like a beast ripping through flesh, until the once graceful sky-faring vessel was now a spiraling mass of ruin.
