Above that, the Anathema's body was untouched. And from the upper part of its back, the tendrils came.
Six of them. Each one as thick as a small building. They emerged from the Anathema's back in arrays of three, sweeping out in long, weighted arcs across the city's half, smashing into buildings with the casual force of severe geological events. Every time a tendril made contact with a structure, the structure toppled like a castle made of playing cards. The tendrils didn't grip. They didn't crush. They simply moved through, and whatever had been in their path became a big pile of rubble.
Osamu was the one keeping that from killing them.
