Otherworldly

All of it felt both cartoonish and nightmarish to the young man as he stood there, watching the massive remnants of the mechanical suits collide with the street. The "Sun" itself felt like a cruel joke; the arrogant, malevolent being was something that struck him as "impossible."

'Is it even possible to win? This thing…It hasn't even been managed to be scratched–are we meant to be able to beat this?' Jasper questioned. 

As it stomped towards him, each step quaking through the street, dismantling the stability of the asphalt with its heat, he felt his grip on his sword being tested. 

Maybe this was the end of humanity, expedited; perhaps survival was a privilege, one ripped away and brought to an end by something so impossibly unbeatable. 

No, that wasn't right–as cruel as the world may have turned, he didn't believe that to be the truth.