章 401: From the Frying Pan to the Fire

The meteor fell down at speeds fast enough to burn the atmosphere to hellfire. The Limbo brightened up enough that it forced the shadows off of the transparent silhouette of the Assassin in White, Mercy.

Dave noticed the wide-eyed assassin staring unbelievingly at the incoming mass of death.

For a fraction of a second, the cold, pragmatic face of the Assassin turned to utter stupefaction at the sight. Then her face resumed its cold calculative nature. Mercy's shadow grew, forcing its way against the bright light from the incoming meteor.

The shadow under her took a physical form and wrapped tightly around her figure, then soon after, the meteor fell, taking with it, Dave, Mercy and the entirety of the arena.