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That's... the Catastrophe Miss Stone wanted to film...

Earlier, the Catastrophe everyone was making such a fuss about had simply been a faint gray dot out in the wastes.

Now, it has condensed into a storm that blots out the sky, a storm that refuses to allow onlookers to tear their gazes away from it.

Small-scale spirals of wind formed from Originium dust circle around the plate, visible to the naked eye.

...I gotta say, it really is a s-spectacular sight... If you saw a scene like this in a movie theater...

Please, Terra bless us. I've had such bad luck, please just let us finish filming safely.

No... Who cares about the shoot—a safe return to central Wrankwood is good enough for me! Please!

The plate responds to Hautin's prayer with an even-more-unusual-than-earlier sound and shaking.

Whoa! What the Hitchcock was that?!

Ahh—!

Hautin has wondered many times before: If she were actually in the middle of a Catastrophe, what would she hear?

The howling of the wind? The roaring of explosions? The shrieking of the panicked crowd? Turns out it is none of those.

It is the sound of walls and metal structures being squashed as flat as an empty can, one after the other.

It is a sound that instills extreme terror in oh-so-fragile humans, who begin to worry their organs, bones, and blood vessels will suffer a similar fate.

The turbulent sky licks against the edge of the plate, tearing sets that once starred in classic movies to shreds with the wind, before flinging them out into the wasteland.

Hautin moves aside the scaffolding that had fallen on her, but finds her legs too weak to muster the strength to move.

She looks at the devastation in a daze, barely able to believe her eyes.

My God... How did we already get so close to the Catastrophe?!