The concrete walls buckled, collapsing in on themselves with a sickening groan, as plumes of thick, black smoke billowed into the air. Debris—twisted metal, shattered stone—was flung across the block, clattering against cars and the distant pavement. You sigh, hiding a smile looking at the cityscape which was now ruined. Gazing at Christian, you seem him to be uncharacteristically calm, his hands shoved in his pockets, staring blankly at his lifetime blood and sweat that he put onto the cityscape get shattered in an instant. Seemed like you crossed a line this time...