The ground wasn't just shaking anymore; it was screaming. The tectonic plates of the island were groaning under the weight of the approaching chaos.
Rex stood over the broken Apollo, his eyes glowing with a predatory fury. He wasn't satisfied with just winning a fight; he wanted to erase the very concept of his opposition.
"You think you've seen the limit?" Rex roared at the sky, his voice a thunderclap that drowned out the settling dust. "You haven't even seen the beginning!"
He planted his feet, his muscles bulging like braided steel cables. He reached upward, not with his hands, but with his will.
The Earthen Authority didn't just even out the ground; it reached into the heavens. The gravity wells he had been manipulating began to pull, to condense, to drag the very debris of the shattered sky downward.
"DIE!" he screamed, his voice cracking with a manic intensity.
