The world held its breath, a singular, agonizing moment of suspended animation where the roar of the apocalypse seemed to fade into a deafening silence.
And then, the impossible happened.
THOOOOOOM!
It wasn't the sound of impact. It was the sound of a collision between two titans of force.
The meteor didn't hit the ground. It didn't hit the Avatar.
It hit Rex.
Not the Avatar. Not a magical construct.
Rex, in his own flesh and blood, had torn through the sky like a vengeful comet. He had arrived from the exact vector the Foresight had calculated for the razor-thin window of opportunity where the altitude was low enough to redirect the mass but high enough to prevent the elemental payload from turning the island into a crater of molten glass.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
