Fire. Charring flames that had consumed everything. The bubble that had formed around the two girls popped revealing them to the sizzling wasteland. A pool of vomit spread around them as the smell of singed clothing and human flesh lingered in the air. What the hell was that?
Priscilla fought her natural instinct to lay stand up, farther than the eye could see, nothing followed by distant crumbling buildings affected by the blast. Thoughts crossed her mind about how they had survived, but a bubble from the system appeared to reassure her that it was Nidhogg that protected her from the powerful blast. But with that out of the way, there was one other thing that she needed to confirm.
