Pulse Mayhem

The night ripped open. Nova City’s familiar hum shattered into a scream of tearing metal and cosmic thunder. Three years since The Pulse, you’ve held this city, *joe*. But this... this is different. This is a siege.

“Joes voice, a low growl: Theyre not raiding. Theyre striking.”

The sky screamed. Joe became a weapon, a propelled force punching through the crumbling skyline. The rift, a cosmic wound, tore wider with every soaring foot, raw power battering him, threatening to unravel his very form.

“Veil... what hell have you opened now?”

Joe unleashed. Raw power surged, a hammer-blow against the tearing void. The rift screamed, light-tendrils lashing, battling his will. For a brutal moment, the cosmic wound contracted, squeezing the Leviathan's grotesque form, forcing a guttural bellow from its throat. Joe pushed harder, sweat beading, focused on slamming the portal shut.

“Joe (internal, a flash of pure mortification): No. Not *that* time. The Glitter-Bomb... oh, the humiliation.”

Joe’s mind flashed, the old shame a brutal blow. A wild, uncontrolled burst of kinetic energy ripped from him, a frustrated lash amidst the chaos. It didn't find the Leviathan. Instead, it slammed into a figure just leaping onto a precarious ledge below, sending a spray of crumbling concrete. Below, *Black pants Emre* recovered, glaring up.

“Seriously, Joe?! You tryin to take me out *before* the monsters do?!”