In Rian Laute's, my grandfather's, first attack... seconds before the entire fake mansion was destroyed, I felt the hands of the A-18 on my shoulder, just like a few minutes before.
And then... we suddenly switched places.
We were in the middle of the forest, kilometers away from the mansion. There was a car behind us, a white, latest model sports car.
But I couldn't even focus on it.
Because the next moment... a shockwave hit me in the face like I had never felt before.
Trees were uprooted, the corpses of animals were scattered. It was accompanied by an intense heat wave... almost as scorching hot as if I had been without water for days in the middle of the desert.
Not to mention the light, which was brilliant even though it was daytime.
If I hadn't closed my eyes in time, I might even have gone blind.
This was it, the world of those at the top.
