Morning.
A kilometre away from the hill-turned-lotus, upon which levitated the sliced pieces of the gallery, stood two men in gentlemanly attires.
Both the taller man, and the shorter one were garbed in black suits and had black hats on their head.
"Should we… should we report this to the higher ups?" The taller man asked, his brown eyes fixed on the deformed hill.
"Are you crazy?!" The shorter man rebuked, his eyes almost going bloodshot. "Your whole body was sliced into pieces. You should know better. Was a piece of your brain misplaced or something?"
"No, but-"
"There's no buts!" The shorter man retorted. "You didn't see with your own eyes, but I did. It's not something a human can do." He pointed at the earthen lotus a kilometre away. "Do you think it's something a normal Kinetic can do?"
"What do you mean?" The taller man frowned. "Were they Paranormals?"
"Or worse…" The shorter man sighed, taking his finger back. "Calamity Class…"
Silence ensued.
