Rex decided he was finished playing the role of a mere observer in the plaza, which was already a ruin of fractured stone and dust-choked air. He didn't just want to stand; he wanted to dominate the very ground they stood upon.
With a grin that was more a predator's revelation than a smile, Rex drove his right fist into the cracked earth. He didn't use his full strength to do so; it would have leveled the entire district, but he channeled enough of the Earthen Authority's will to make the island scream.
The impact sent a seismic pulse rippling through the substrate, a geological thunderclap that roared through the foundations of Aethelgard.
BAAMMMM!
Then, the earth itself obeyed him.
It didn't just move; it rebelled against the surface. The stone rose in violent, rhythmic surges, behaving less like rock and more like a living organism.
