The resulting blast was incredible. The raw power and force of the blast was worthy of the gods. The people nearest to me were vaporized, their ashes painted the silhouettes of those farther away onto the buildings that surrounded the market. That is, until the buildings themselves crumpled like paper mache, years of hand crafted stone work and carpentry shattered and tumbling into the distance. I watched, unable to move, as the wave of destructive energy destroyed the place I once called home, everything I had ever known and... and loved was gone. It was beautiful in a sense. To see the shockwave emanating from my own body like that, as if my flesh had been made of gunpowder. The wave seemed to move in slow motion, everything else was completely still. I watched as people I had know my entire life, their faces contorted in fear, were torn apart, liquified, and turned to dust before my eyes. Unable to move, powerless to stop anything. I watched as my home was shredded down to its last atom. The very ground I walked was ripped from its place in the earth. I looked down at myself, the scarred flesh had turned black as coal. It charred and cracked, mirroring the guards bracer. During the blast I was completely deaf, I felt nothing except excruciating pain. In actuality it lasted a fraction of a second. But to me it seemed to last minutes. By the time it was over, I was still standing there, not moved an inch. A cloud of ash and dust enveloped the area, so thick I could barely see my slowly healing hands in front of me. The cracks in the charred skin grew. Slowly it all fell off, leaving perfect skin in its place. I stood slowly as the dust settled. Where stood a thriving village, a crater was all that was left. The only thing left was the small plateau I stood on.
