The hands that had reduced the doorway to dust were an odd mix. They possessed human skin, dragon scales at the knuckles and the fingers and sharp talons for nails. The talons were perfectly suited, not too long, and not too short as well. A fist could easily be made without injury to the hands themselves. Furthermore, there was a golden string of light that permeated the hands and coursed through them, like a river.
The ivory mist that possessed the element of space seeped out, and in an instant covered the entire city, ignoring all natural laws. One moment it was in front of you...the other it was everywhere.
David backed up, and the golems readied their attacks. David had already begun activating the city's other major weapons as the owner of the hand stepped out.
