The sky had cracked.
Not as a figure of speech. Above the firmament, jagged, web-like fissures spread in every direction. At their center, two figures clashed wildly, one black and one red. Each collision sent clouds tumbling down like shattered ice, crashing into Central City Square, already reduced to rubble below.
There it goes again.
Crouching beneath a half-collapsed carved wall, she sighed for what had to be the thousandth time. Even the flying dust couldn't leave a speck on her moon-white dress. Her emotion System came with an "absolute cleanliness" module, but right now she honestly felt that being smeared with mud would be more satisfying.
One sentence. A book where you will never guess the plot and development.