The Tower
In the position he was in, it was the worst case scenario as he was directly in front of the Defect which bore an endless amount of barrels from its body.
The humming of those weapons charging filled his ears in that minuscule passage of time that slowed to a crawl as his heightened perception attempted to find any avenue of escape in the face of insurmountable death.
All of those guns…! I'm right in front of them! What do I do?! Think! Think–! He urged himself.
With no shielding around him, he did the only thing he could think of: release the innate realm.
Just as it crumbled away, returning them to the desecrated street–BOOM.
All of the guns fired off, though he had no way of defending himself but holding his arms up and praying his daggers took the brunt of the attack.
He saw it.
In his slowed perception, gunfire filled his vision like fireworks, lighting the dreadful street around him with its radiance.
…It's pretty, he thought.