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By the time its rage has started to burn itself out, Protoform X has laid waste to miles of Argonite coastline. Towns and shipyards are left to burn, the flames sputtering a sickly green. Hundreds of voices cry out in pain, or wail in grief and terror; their suffering only stokes the furnace of Rampage's animalistic fury.
The last town he falls upon is relatively small, though the traffic of the adjacent docks is loud and chaotic enough to draw his attention inland once more. The shouts of alarm start as several onlookers spot an unusual wave moving in from the Argon Sea; by the time he lurches onto land, they've evolved into a collective babble of fear.
A mech shoves past Outbreak, focused on his own survival—only to be promptly crushed beneath the bulk of a trawler as the monster hurls it down the street, scattering the fleeing civilians like bowling pins. Protoform X follows in its wake, his voice raw and ruined, his words melded into an incomprehensible roar. They're burned into his mind, all the same:
I killed them. I killed them all!
In a sparkbeat, only Outbreak is left standing; around her are the dead and dying. The monster doesn't seem to have noticed her yet, but her reflection shines in its optics all the same, staring back at her.