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?”

up and run! Goodness! Why do you still bother putting on clothes? Your

an incomparably shocking scene

some with nothing. Everyone seemed frantic, scrambling away from the tall buildings as fast as

heard in the sky again. “Come out and

Crash! Crash! Crash!

soundwaves shattered countless windows on tall buildings. Shards of broken glass rained in all

“It’s a person!”

god! There’s someone in

is causing way too much noise. Why wasn’t our neighborhood informed? Many windows got shattered and even more got hurt. Is there something wrong with this

here at all! Even if there were, they wouldn’t do it in a place like this. Don’t you know that aerial scenes like this are all filmed using green screens before being combined later

that case, what is this? Could this be

real, it’s real. That is a real person. He doesn’t have any

but he was holding a telescope