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SOMEWHERE OVER ROUTE 2
DAY 21/12. 23:52.

The noises kept resonating throughout the world, the ground shaking and the sky in chaos, torn between hail and rain and lightning; the winds were merciless as they gathered around the golems that barely seemed to notice. They were in the middle of it all, protected from their work of slowly pulling up the earth and undo what they’d done long ago. The reporter had to scream over the rotor blades to be heard when she tried to get words into the mike. It was terrifying flying like this in the middle of what everyone was calling the worst … what? storm, day, anything known to man. The weather could make them crash – or the helicopter could malfunction any second. The camera was flickering too, she could tell from the red light momentarily going out. And below and ahead was what could only be Registeel, red glowing eyes in a circle barely seen through the wind and snow. “As you can see-” her cameraman lifted his hand up as much as he dared before he was holding the camera again, close, like a life line – “As you can see, there’s no sign of any of this stopping- there are many speculations but nothing is-” There was a movement any other pilot would call turbulence but theirs simply called, “shit!” She took a moment to gather herself and then went on. “Professors have been called in and there are rumors of a Hoenn specialist working with the police to put an end to this but things are increasingly critical in Blackthorn and Pewter, I’m getting reports that at least one Center is destroyed and there are several power outages all over the re—Sam!” They’d worked together long enough to understand each other and Sam, the cameraman, didn’t think twice before he scooted over, balancing precariously for a moment on the tilted helicopter floor before he found a safe place to hang onto and could aim his camera in the direction she was pointing. … None of them had ever seen anything like it before. It was light, bright and disruptive in the darkness of the storms; high in the night sky for all to see as beams of warm light spilled through the clouds. Before the reporter could say anything about it or the cameraman found time to even react, the light seemed to gather itself up in one single, shining point (something small, so very bright) before it exploded outwards in a single shockwave – And just like that, whatever end they’d all been facing was … gone. Or, well. Mostly.

( They left a mark. )

( And a surprise! )

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