[Stephen, on the other hand, remains standing as she disappears and scales the building. Heβs focusing his own magic towards making the skyscraper divide into parts just before it crashes into him; four equal rectangular pillars, twisting upwards and upwards as if they were nothing more than strange columns.
He feels the shake of her landing next to him.]
Oh, this is nothing. Believe me.
[But with the skyscraper out of the way, in the distance, there are the silhouettes of two approaching forms.]
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He feels the shake of her landing next to him.]
Oh, this is nothing. Believe me.
[But with the skyscraper out of the way, in the distance, there are the silhouettes of two approaching forms.]