The wind stilled.
Above Newark City, the clouds were sliced open, revealing a heart-stoppingly azure sky.
From ten thousand meters above,
A straight, pitch-black chasm, like a hideous scar, stretched across the entire landscape of Newark City.
This chasm began at the International Youth Martial Arts Center, stretching eastward for over ten thousand meters until it vanished over the horizon.
Everywhere it passed,
whether they were towering skyscrapers, sturdy sea-crossing bridges, or wide asphalt roads...
everything was sliced cleanly in two, without the slightest resistance.
The cuts were as smooth as glass. Even the rebar within the reinforced concrete had been cut with a mirror-like sheen.
And on Freedom Island, at the edge of sight, stood the spiritual symbol of the White Eagle Empire.
The Statue of Liberty—which had stood for a century, torch held high, and was protected by a special Array—
now had a thin black line running across its body.
CRACK... CRACKLE...
