"Don't even think about testing those here!" John shouted, stepping between the girls and a crate of black-domed grenades.
"These aren't the standard human-grade explosives we're used to. Zingy told me these are 'Sunderers.' A single one can saturate an area of 300 meters in a localized firestorm. If you set one off inside the city, you'll melt the pavement and the people standing on it!"
John wasn't exaggerating in the slightest. The single "Sunderer" grenade they had tested earlier had painted a terrifying picture; it had blanketed a thousand-meter radius in a haunting blue flame that refused to die, feeding on the very oxygen in the air. Seeing the persistent heat, John felt a genuine flicker of fear that such volatile explosives might accidentally reach the Mana mine and set the entire ridge ablaze.
