Extanium the Destroyer
“Are you sure it’s ready?” Cyria said. “Undoubtedly,” replied Doctor Borial. “Are we?” she whispered to herself. The massive, magically enhanced gears holding the Destroyer in place turned. Its eyes lit up blood red as its platform lifted into the ocean above. “Release the restraints!” Borial bellowed. Extanium unlatched its metal wings, sharper than any razor, hovered above the sea, and howled for the first time. The fabric of reality tore as it blasted across the water, the culmination of man’s ambition and beastly rage. “We are not ready…” Cyria said. “…For this is death.”
