Mingo was confident—strangely so, especially with his arm cut off. He had something up his sleeve.
'The one remaining sleeve, of course.'
The shaking ground only seemed to enable his confidence further. Though his first gut reaction was assuming the source was Mingo himself, Mark quickly realized it was external.
He wasn't unleashing some final move. No, it was something else.
"Something's coming," Zac fearfully called out to his companions, though his undertone seemed facetious.
'No shit…'
The vibrating rumble within the ground only seemed to grow with time. Mark's stomach fearfully sunk in anticipation.
He shifted his weight, eyes darting to the surrounding buildings as the rumbling intensified. The muddy ground beneath them began to tremble like rippling water.
Valeria similarly widened her stance for balance, her feral grin unwavering—though a hint of uncertainty faintly shone.
