He knows what's happening. Perhaps better than anyone else, from all he's ready. But Ty can't help the city, can't help the victims. He remains where he is, floating above the Bay ten feet from where Cthulu will rise, preparing to face an elder god, and protecting the world from as much of the psychic power as he can, channeling it to himself and fighting it off with his own shields, and magic, and ring effects, and everything else he has.
Right now, there's nothing left to help anyone else.
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