It was a cold, rainy the city of Vegas began to shake as Fantasma arrived in a well-dressed black and grey suit and jacket, her white hair flowed elegantly. The mere size of her heels made Vegas look like a spec to her as buildings crumbled like dirt as she stood dozens of miles tall. “Ah. It's always good to relax in the dead of night but I have a job to do.” She took a drag of her cigar, the smoke was like a windstorm to the speck of a city below. She chuckled with a low boom.