Bab 70: Blessed oblivion

The air hung thick with the acrid tang of ozone and pulverized concrete. Half the building had vanished in a shower of debris, leaving us perched precariously on the remaining half like shipwreck survivors clinging to a splintered raft.

But the reprieve was short-lived. The once innocuous metal rods and twisted rebar scattered around the floor began to writhe and contort, levitating a few inches off the ground.

"Yeah, right, like that was gonna be that easy," I muttered under my breath, the sarcasm dripping from my voice like oil.