The air ripped, energy erupting like a fountain, destabilized energy, volatile to the sensations in the air. Sensations that were imperceptible to the human skin. Prickling only when its flammability was made known to the world.
The world itself cracked, flares of light erupting from his skin, breaking it into pieces as the might of the light enveloped the room with a blinding aura.
Panic spread through the students like cancer, expressions contorting in realization as they whipped in different directions, turning to their heels in a desperate attempt to escape the tendrils of death.
Jane watched the whole thing play out as his arms stretched forward, golden energy shooting out of his body as a sonic impulse blasted from his body.
The world suddenly slowed, step after step, coming to a near stop– a movement that seemed to play in slow motion.
