Vogue himself landed twenty meters away on the side of the Vogue Fashion building. His fingers dug into the brick wall, claws extending from his dragon-transformed hand. He hung there on the vertical surface using nothing but his finger strength and nothing else, his body parallel to the ground far below.
With squinted eyes, he glanced at the center of the explosion. As the wind carried away the thick smoke, his gaze hardened when he saw the results.
Of the three tanks, only two had exploded completely. They were nothing but twisted metal and burning wreckage, completely destroyed. But the one which Captain John had been standing in hadn't exploded at all.
There was a shimmering blue barrier surrounding the tank in a perfect sphere. The barrier had absorbed the full force of the explosion without even cracking. Inside the protective dome, Captain John stood with one hand raised, clearly the source of the defensive technique.
