The heatwave was no random ignition of Qi. It was a proper martial art, or a spell, launched with complete disregard for potential friendly fire.
Liam felt unbearably hot. The tips of his long black hair sizzled as the scorching pressure sent him flying away, hurling him into a trunk behind him.
As Liam's back slammed heavily on the tree, the heat became bearable enough for him to open his eyes, almost triggering an internal gasp at the scene that unfolded in his vision.
The ground under Anastasia's feet had caved in, pushed down by the heatwave. The same went for her immediate surroundings, while the areas even further featured burnt, bent grass.
The environment itself marked Anastasia as the explosion's epicenter, and the same went for the hooded figures. The heatwave had blown everyone away, with only the rooting expert remaining somewhat nearby, his half-bent figure standing at the end of two grooves dug by his feet.
