[ The City is so big, so full of people it's impossible to concentrate on every one, yet the Void can hear them all. Breathing, pleading, speaking, challenging, dying; whatever they're doing, he hears it, and he enjoys it. He circles in the sky above the teenagers, thunder and rain bearing down harder wherever he is, and the light vanishes almost completely as he flies down, tendrils shooting out like arrows to a target. Or multiple targets. ]
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