The still muted device displays a live WNSG news report from Lexington Plaza (20 blocks south of them). Its city block is a war-zone, with overturned cars, black smoke in the air, and bloodied, panicked people rushing past the camera. The banner at the bottom of the broadcast states:
Only a portion of her minimally clothed mid-section is visible, but it is enough to show that her exposed flesh is covered in what seems to be fur (colored burnt orange with jaguar-like black spots).
On the monitor, a destroyed construction crane billows with thick smoke. And within that black cloud is a faint outline of a womanly figure. She lingers for just a moment, then leaps straight up and out of the video’s frame. Then a second later, she drops back to the ground, outside the smoke near the
The TV screen plays footage of a construction site set within a lush rain forest setting. Past the ‘WarKar’ signage welded onto metal fencing is a large rolling river, wide and deep enough that several mid-sized cargo ships float within it.
Visible on the other side of the glass wall, in the hallway, off to the left of Kartinhaus’s thick body, is Yusuf.
Three of WarKar’s most prominent members are gathered around a large 12 seat solid oak conference table: Philip Ward, Bernadette Ward, and Hermann Kartinhaus.
Yet some cannot help but linger and look upwards for the source of the noise, only to regret what they witness. Emerging out of the center of the other-worldly color tornado is Gemini.
The trickle of fleeing patrons quickly evolves into a chaotic mob of screaming, shoving, stampeding bodies that sprint towards the city streets a few blocks west. A booming thunder clap paralyzes the crowd for a brief moment, before the mad dash begins anew.
One by one, heads turn skyward to see a most ungodly sight: the clear blue sky ripping itself apart some 100 yards above their heads. The edges of the torn sky bubble with a purple ooze, while its inside reveals a seascape of multi-colored light that streaks off in every direction.
