Ten tons of high-thickness gray granite dropped with the speed of an avalanche.
The air beneath the pillar tightly packed into a solid, bone-shaking fist.
The sonic boom cracked across the circular dark rock terrace, shattering stone chips off the cliff face and hurling them across the void like grapeshot.
Lu Chen held his ground.
Backing up meant surrendering his footing on a four-foot riser with a thirty-mile drop at his spine. Also, retreat was an inefficiency his body hardware didn’t permit.
His test vision stripped the incoming mass down to vector and force.
Weight: twenty thousand pounds.
Length: fifteen feet.
