Gemotions

The demolition crew arrived, their yellow trucks and heavy machinery looking laughably oversized. Elias sauntered towards the house, hands shoved casually in his pockets. He whistled a jaunty tune, a smile playing on his lips. This was just a formality. He'd conquered far bigger things. He owned the land now, the whole damn block, and this crumbling relic was merely the first domino. The sun warmed his face, and he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated energy coursing through him. He gestured towards the foreman, a nod of acknowledgment. They knew the drill.