If one was lucky enough, they could've seen the fastest diagonal line of blue, cutting across the atmosphere of the East.
There was a boom that followed shortly after, accompanied by the eruption of dust. Every civilian within a radius of over a hundred kilometres felt the ground vibrate, the tremors creeping into their spines.
Surely, this little act of Levi plummeting the Kyburn into the ground, was more than enough to tell the Easterners that something was definitely not right. Instinctively, the denizens began creeping into their homes, or rather, fleeing to a much safer region away from the blue they could see.
Levi slowly raised himself from the Kyburn that had already started its regeneration process. He glared around him; where a possible farmland had once stood, there was now a fat crater. The frightened whispers and murmurs of the Easterners, over 200 metres away, reached his ears—they were scared.
