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It had been a long time since Stefan stepped foot anywhere near Minatumi Harbor. Though, not was called Minatumi City. Like himself, the region had undergone pretty dramatic changes over the years as it evolved from a peaceful and quaint shipping center which prided itself on how its boats hearkened back to a simpler time. The people were satisfied with toiling and working to achieve this, not needing the explosive technology and advancement of other cities and countries. The people of Minatumi provided a nostalgic service, and those who paid to use it were swept away by a current bringing them back to a reality long gone, replaced by unsatisfying travel by instantaneous teleportation and startling flying machines. Stefan had been drawn to the view of a seemingly never-ending ocean spread out in every direction, a serene scene capable of calming the most savage of warriors.

To Stefan Soan, Minatumi also had the distinction of being the meeting place between himself and Colin Washi all those years ago. There they met, and there they battled. It was this low level and low stakes battle that initially set Stefan on the path of unquenchable thirst for war and power, leading to where he now stood among the world's top echelon of monsters. So much had changed, it was as if he wasn't even the same person from just seven years prior. No longer a hungry warrior searching for the next battle, seeking to leave his imprint on the world. Now he did the same thing every day, merely waiting for challenges from adversaries both worthy and forgettable. The Monsuta King had left the driver seat, put the car on auto pilot, and fell asleep in the back seat. In the same way, Minatumi had fallen asleep and was now just a machine operating on preordained commands. There was nothing unique about the city, nothing left of what made Minatumi Minatumi.

From his perch atop the central building stretching out to the heavens above from the middle of Minatumi City, Stefan could view the entirety of what had been built since he'd last been here. A ring of reactors surrounding the main building, a coastal fortification meant to house the bulk of the shadowy organization DEPTH-Com's forces, and a massive shipyard that operated more like a market for military equipment than place for boats to be built and docked. Meanwhile underneath all of these variously sized futuristic, yet somehow also steampunk-ish, buildings were the so-called "slums" in which the old Minatumi remained stood under a constant curtain of darkness of artificial light. Built in such a way so as to deprive the old Minatumi of actual sunlight, this city was a filthy stain that could only be wiped away through its complete and utter destruction. Something Stefan would most certainly gift Minatumi.

After cracking his neck and hopping a few times, shaking his arms and hands in the process, Stefan felt warmed up enough to take care of this blot called Minatumi City. The Vizard jumped into the air almost twenty feet above the central building's peak before slamming down with all the force in his body. Like a drill Stefan burrowed his way through the entire structure, tearing apart steel and concrete alike until he had traveled all the way from his previous position to the base of the middle pillar holding up the platformed city. With an explosion of rubble and dust, Stefan walked out of a hole casually created through the side of the twenty foot thick pillar of reinforced concrete. Loud sirens spread across the entire city from the destruction Stefan had already caused as armed soldiers poured through the streets over 50 feet above his head. This was merely the beginning of DEPTH-Com's issues, however.

Standing on the pillar's side opposite the direction of the ocean, Stefan Soan spit on his hands and rubbed them together before placing his palms against it's cold concrete. With a quiet grunt, the Monsuta King burrowed his hands into structure and began straining the honed muscles of his arms and core. This strain came from the fact Stefan was now pulling up on the pillar, an action which quickly saw results as the structure's base began tearing out of the ground below. By straightening his legs and steadily moving his hands lower until they were near the pillar's base, Stefan now stood with the entire upper city lifted every so slightly higher than usual. Sweat dripped from and down his brow and back respectively, indicating even for someone like Stefan Soan, a man who's strength was legendary, lifting an entire city was a bit of a strain. Still, he continued onward.

By hardening his Spiritual Pressure around the central pillar and where it met the platform city above, Stefan was able to reinforce it so walking forward would not just result in the pillar breaking. Instead, every other support holding Minatumi up bent and fractured until all that remained was the one Stefan held. This meant he could safely take one step after another, slowly moving toward the ocean, without risking a collapse onto the 'slums'. For everyone up above it would feel as if an endless earthquake was rocking the entire city, though for anyone calm enough to pay attention it may become obvious the city was not where it once was. After just a few minutes Stefan had already made noticeable progress and was now much closer to the sea Minatumi once ferried people, not just pharmaceutical goods, across. After another fifteen minutes or so of walking, Stefan had made it far enough to feel confident in his next action. One that would change Minatumi forever.

After shifting his position so the water was to his left, Stefan tilted the city he still held up until the edge crashed right into Fort June, obliterating the military installation under the massive weight of the third District. With his left arm holding the pillar 45 degrees and his right hand placed on it's bottom, Stefan was now in position to get rid of this hideous monstrosity once and for all. The green haired Vizard bent his right knee until it was near the dirty street he stood on before suddenly using every muscle fiber in his entire body, utilizing every ounce and drop of physical power he'd spent all these years developing, and launched the gigantic Minatumi City into the air above the ocean. Rubble, vehicles, and people alike fell from above as the entire city flew before dropping into the ocean far enough away from the beach to sink entirely into the water. Thousands would die from the impact, let alone being forced under water with no possible escape. Their screams rang louder than even the still-active sirens usually reserved for natural disasters. In less than a half hour Minatumi City had been wiped off the map and dumped in the ocean, survived by a half-standing harbor and the old town which had spent the past 6 years rotting beneath the city's shadow.

Just to be sure there would be no return trip for those who lived above others for no other reason than to serve a corrupt pharmaceutical company, Stefan cocked his fist back before sending it forth in a monstrous punch which unleashed a concussive blast of air large and strong enough to blast apart every remaining bit of the platform city both above and below the water it had been sinking into. The resulting explosion send chunks of buildings flying for miles across the ocean's surface before finally sinking into the water's depths. Even the tide had been sent out, revealing an extra almost five hundred feet of beach before it slowly washed back inland. While some houses and structures in the slums had been damaged or flattened by falling rubble, for the most part the old Minatumi still stood strong despite everything. However, the only look on people's faces as they stared at Stefan was one of complete and utter terror. Ignoring their frightened mugs, the Vizard walked over to an old dock that had somehow avoided being dismantled and replaced, and sat at it's end. Stefan uttered a few words as he gazed out across the distorted and disrupted water as he'd done 7 years before when he met Colin. "Now this is more like it."