Clancy stands tall - titanic in size, his massive form casting a shadow over all of Dimartino.
The meteor is monstrous, a burning, spiraling cataclysm of fire and destruction. Its flames roar like the burnout of a dying god, and its heat warps the sky.
And only Clancy stands in its way.
The Kaiju Crab Emperor rears back, massive claws raised high, and slams into the meteor. The impact shakes the heavens. A deafening explosion ripples outward as the sheer force of his resistance stops the meteor's descent - but only for a moment.
Clancy pushes.
Even his mighty, ocean-forged and transformed body can scarcely manage to hold it back. His claws dig deep into the molten surface, his shell steaming as waves of heat lick at his form, trying to consume him.
From above, Nazakiel watches.
The Sentinel hovers like a god of war, his arms outstretched, his expression twisted in cruel amusement. He scoffs. "Impressive."
Then his eyes burn blue.
In an instant, the sky erupts.
