A mysterious cube

Hugo watched the fireworks from a distance and thought he had overdone it. Forty-four runic bombs had created an explosion of such magnitude that it had caused tremors miles away and showered debris all over the wastelands.

He had been more than a mile away but had still felt the effects.

"One of them isn't dead yet." Freya's voice rang in his mind urgently.

[How can a living creature survive something like that?] Hugo was shocked.

He adjusted his scope and zoomed in on the site of the explosion. The entire crater had been devastated by the blast. But amid the debris and the hovering cinders, a single purple mzuka struggled unsteadily to get back on its feet.