'At least hold back a bit,' Azel thought as he looked at the aftermath of the explosion.
The forest or rather, what used to be a forest was completely gone.
As far as his eyes could see, there was nothing left but a blackened wasteland.
Trees had been reduced to ash, the ground was cracked and glowing red from the residual heat.
If he looked far enough, he could even see the soldiers who had been stationed near the meadow.
They stood frozen in shock, staring at the destruction from afar.
'Damn.'
He looked down at himself.
His shirt had been completely burned away and smoke still rose from his body, and there were scorch marks on his skin.
His trousers were barely holding together… they looked much more like shorts now and were smelling like burnt fabric.
"Are you okay?" Luke called from above, hovering easily in the air.
Azel resisted the urge to glare up at him.
