First came a dull sound, like a champagne cork being pulled free, with a faint crisp pop.
Then the earth shook like a convulsing beast, buildings shuddering violently. Amid a roar that jolted half of London awake from its morning stupor, an enormous fireball slowly leaped from the ground and rose into the sky, becoming a magnificent, viscous white cloud.
Wisps of vapor drifted down from the edge of the canopy, beautiful as an illusion.
The storm erupting from London's outskirts howled past and spread outward, sending ripples across the lake before the Astronomical Society building.
Under the surveillance of the Three Great Blockades, London had registered a terrifying energy signature, like a meteor strike, in mere seconds. If not for the suppression and containment of layer upon layer of frameworks, Guardian Group might have been completely vaporized in an instant.
In less than two snaps of the fingers, an incomparably precise chain reaction, almost like a work of art, unfolded—the explosion triggered at the deepest level of the sewers destroyed the warehouse; vast quantities of fuel leaked from pipelines and storage facilities, mixed with massive amounts of chemical gas, and then, with the addition of a tiny spark of miracle... finally ignited into a blaze that seemed capable of destroying everything.
Even though they had been prepared, no one had expected a candidate to be so utterly deranged... Oh, it was Huai Shi. Then never mind.
Just like that, he vividly and aptly slapped the destructive power behind the title of The Tuner across everyone's faces in the most straightforward way possible.
Even after layers of suppression by frameworks and rituals had made that earth-shaking destruction seem almost like a cutscene, the result still left more than half of Guardian Industry engulfed in flames. The industrial and production zones