Two minutes later Behemoth emerges from a hole in Mumbai. Its first action is doing something he's never done before and creating a gravitational well that starts collapsing the whole city around himself.

Leviathan takes two minutes to bring the first tidal wave.

The second one comes fifteen seconds later.

And the Simurgh starts building a device of some sort at the same time as everyone in Madison starts attacking everyone else.

"Dragon ten minutes is not fast enough -"

Dragon agrees and says so.

"It's the best we can do short of killing him and his power won't cooperate with that either."

Which Dragon relays.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -"

"We should've just assassinated him - ugh -"

"Apparently even the Triumvirate can't assassinate him how would we have done it."

"Can't do it inside ten minutes, not the same thing -"

"They can do something in ten minutes. Supposedly."

The Endbringers were holding back. They were really, really holding back.

The Simurgh's song reaches four times its usual radius, and people are affected instantly by it.

Leviathan's waves are continuous, and he can pretty casually decimate the city he's attacking with his super speed, not slowing down at any point.

Behemoth's kill aura grows with time, and he can manipulate space around him.

There is nothing anyone can do.

She is going to drop a copy of Rete and some hardware on every walled city and take them over remotely.

Leviathan finishes destroying Salvador, and is in Shanghai twenty seconds later. Behemoth—is fast. It's a wonder it'd never occurred to anyone a dynakinetic could manipulate his own kinetic energy, and although he is not Leviathan, he starts cutting a swathe of destruction through India. The Simurgh's device is done. It opens a portal to Earth Aleph. She starts drawing buildings and people from it—

And then they all stop.

The Simurgh's song stops, Behemoth's kill aura disappears, Leviathan stops moving. They just—stop.

what is the estimated death toll

At least thirty million, probably more.

"That had fucking better be it."

Alexandria calls.

Rete picks up for her.

"H-hello," says Lorica.

"You were right."

"Yep."

"Please do not tell anyone else of this. We will be in contact again soon."

Was that really the best you could do, Lorica doesn't say, watching the news ticker. "Mm-hm."