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/PUNCH!/
/BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!/
The golden fist fell upon the Overseer.
A fading glister, like the dawning sun in the sky, bringing forth the night to the lands…
Dust and debris were sent high into the sky, condensing into a weirdly shaped mushroom cloud, casting shadows upon the plains and mountains.
Its echoes spread far and wide, shattering thousands of windows and devices, blowing the leaves from the trees, and shaking the ground like a weak earthquake.
Once again, the chaotic battle outside the complex was brought to a sudden halt.
For the civilians, it was as if the world was ending. To the American Forces, they could only envision the mountains of paperwork that would ensue from this mess... If they were alive to witness it, that is.
"#!!"
Meanwhile... A certain old man had the urge to pluck out his thinning hair.
...
"URG!"
