That moment, too fleeting to even be called "instantaneous."
Leaving sound, shockwaves, and the searing red glow of air friction far behind, it descended from the heavens shrouded in madness and violence.
It wasn't the messenger of death; it was death itself.
When that streak of red light appeared in the field of vision, every cell in the body screamed in unison. Before the brain could process the information, fear had already surged from its roots, immersing all who gazed skyward into a reality twisted and corroded by insanity.
After what felt like hundreds or thousands of years compressed into a mere tenth of a second, an observation post officer pressed the communication device button on their neck.
"Incoming attack! Altitude 7500! Speed——"
The voice abruptly cut off.
