The Pinnacle of Life

Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the building.

A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. “Who did that? Who dared to kill the son of Colton Lawrence?!”

The voice sounded loud and angry.

It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building, at this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly. All the tall apartment buildings shook and trembled.

By then, it was already late at night. Although many people were already asleep, they were rudely awakened by the noise.

If there was anyone who could sleep through all that, they could only be described as odd.

“What happened? What happened?”

“Is there an earthquake?”

don’t know. Hurry up and run! Goodness! Why do you still bother putting on clothes? Your life is more important. Just wrap

that, an incomparably shocking scene

tall buildings, some with clothes on and some with nothing. Everyone seemed frantic, scrambling away from the tall buildings as fast as possible to get to open space. However, everyone

could be heard in the sky again. “Come out and

Crash! Crash! Crash!

on tall buildings. Shards of broken

“It’s a person!”

There’s someone

dramatic. Are we on a film set? But this is causing way too much noise. Why wasn’t our neighborhood

there were, they wouldn’t do it in a place like this. Don’t you know that aerial scenes

that case, what is

the crowd. “It’s real, it’s real. That is a