Patrick's words reverberated the scene, his voice echoing the minds and hearts of the awakened warriors; his words were short, but to the awakened opposite him, they were like ten thousand thunderclaps occurring simultaneously.
Without the need to state it, dread and despair already filled the consciousnesses of the group as they only hovered there looking at the silver-haired Patrick with zero intention of continuing their assault.
Seeing the panicked-stricken group of the warriors, Patrick scoffed, saying, "I have lost appetite for thrashing; you bunch aren't worth my attention or qualified to hover at equal elevation with me, begone." As Patrick said, a pressuring wave descended from above as it sent every hovering awakened crashing down the earth.
Boom! Posh! Splash!
A series of various sounds echoed as the awakened warriors heavily crashed into whatever remained of New York, which was now mostly water and some steel towers.
