I reached Flogga's hut and slowed to a stop, a breath leaving me before I even realized it, my eyes taking in the state of the place.
This… was what Zarah had called small.
How the hell was this small?
The damage was contained, sure—but it wasn't minor. The blast had punched a clean hole through the side of the hut, roughly my size, the edges jagged and darkened where the heat had eaten into the material. It hadn't stopped there either; the force must have carried through, because the adjacent structure showed signs of burning along one side, the surface scorched and uneven where the flames had licked across it before dying out.
Blackened streaks spread outward from the point of impact, climbing up the wall in uneven patterns, as if the explosion had tried to crawl its way upward before losing momentum. The air still carried a faint, acrid scent—burnt materials mixed with something sharper, chemical.
