Chaos Standing on the precipice my every sense is fuelling the anger at myself for letting the world fall into chaos. The winds lash at the barren landscape and mutated monsters fight to rise from drowning. So I close my eyes and let darkness quench my anger.

Evaporation Our world evaporates blood into to darkness. We waste away our #life. Drop by precious drop. When countless civilisations and species have dissolved into oblivion. The worlds will stop spinning and the lights will blink out. The unmarked tombstones will rot. The prophecy is written everywhere if you know how to see.

Reaver Imagining ripples on a pond as objects I focused on one in particular. My ripple is barely there, already forgotten. The ripple disappears as the neural implants serve my will and I find myself wondering if I will die. I open my eyes and see my target about 1m away, he is not armed. I raise up with sword in hand and lunge. His wave collapses into entropy.

Clockwork Waves ubiquitous yet with purpose. Bolts travel on warped paths. Swelling sea in and endless fight to submerge. Particles oozing from points to form the gears. Bolts of sporadic light hold the gears of the clock together like a dynamic spherical web. The gears organise to form the the rock, star and human alike.

Heretic Angel The angel fell into the midst of her comrades. Wings of purest white cast a daunting shadow on her gilded sword and gun inscribed with disappointed memories. They cowered in her glorious fury. She swept from falling to killing with graceful slashes and snarling muzzle explosions. They floundered in swathes under the raw fury of an angel, fallen from grace.