Dust and smoke covered everything.
The mall was gone. In its place was a wide field of broken concrete, shattered glass, and twisted metal that spread across the road and into the surrounding area in every direction.
The air was thick and grey, visibility barely reaching ten meters in any direction.
For a long moment there was nothing. Only silence and settling of debris.
Then something moved.
A large chunk of concrete shifted and rolled aside. A hand appeared from beneath it, pressing flat against the ground. Then a shoulder. Then the rest of a body getting itself upward through the rubble with slow and heavy effort.
A tanker. His massive shield was cracked clean across the middle, the edges bent from the pressure of the collapse. His armor was destroyed in several places. Blood ran from a cut above his eyebrow and he moved with a visible limp as he pulled himself fully free of the debris and stood unsteadily.
He had wolf ears. He was beastman name Ryan.
