Lu Chen dropped his hips, coiled his hamstrings. Then he broke the sound barrier before his heels left the stone.
BOOOOOOM.
The blast wave didn’t merely crack the olivine slab. It crushed the three-hundred-ton monolith into an expanding ring of green sand.
He was moving at Mach 5.
At seventeen hundred paces per second, mortal vision couldn’t track his dark shape.
To any observer looking across the void, there was only a streak of bent darkness—a living gravity star-core trailing a five-foot comet tail of blazing bright white-gold star-fire.
Air friction in the core chamber was negligible. But where pockets of trapped gas stayed between the drifting rocks, the speed tightly packed the molecules into a screaming sheath of sky fire.
Ahead of him lay three miles of falling, tumbling chaos.
