Rowan had an almost euphoric, stupid looking smile stretched on his lips as the light of the explosion finally died out. His vermillion eyes were a little hollow from the pain he suffered, his hair now dishevelled from the aftershock of the blast. The sleeve of his arm was singed, smoking a little as flames licked the hem of the cloth.
Yet, he couldn't help but be a little satisfied.
It had been so long.
It had, truly been too long.
He exhaled heavily, studying the aftermath of his attack.
All that was left in front of him was scorched earth glazed by molten lava as the fumes from dying lumber wafted into the air. There was a pungent, sulfuric smell that assaulted his nose, most likely because of the burning rotten flesh, and the dark puss that was the gravemites.
It was a scene of total, utter destruction.
He inhaled.
Ahh...
That felt so good.
It had been a long while since he had gotten to blow out such a load.
He took a moment to take in the bliss.
