Phenomenon 99 2

He approached the rebuilt Base Beta alone. Foot pounded pavement as he walked on; operatives took notice of him, yet had not the guts to move an inch. The street split apart with each step, the sound reverberating and echoing across the buildings and into the ears of all nearby. His power was unrivalled. His goal was absolute. As he stood just in front of the base's steel walls, he laid fist to metal and slammed through it all. Retaliation was futile; bullets, swords, hammers, explosives, and even fists were useless against him. He ripped one after another limb from limb, their blood spraying as he soaked it into the very essence of his being. He thrashed the base through and through. Not one man breathed a breath — all escaped or lain to rest. Godhand prevailed once more, and all hundreds of red-veined warriors entered the scene, feasting on the fruits of the Vessel's awakening.