Shippūga

The world was fire. A blinding white-hot burst of raw destruction, a tidal wave of heat so intense it turned the very air into something thick and suffocating. Kazi gritted his teeth, throwing his arms forward in a desperate attempt to shield himself and everything behind. The Children of Athena, t-the people on the west coast, everything! 

The prompted barrier shattered like delicate glass, and for a moment, he felt weightless, consumed by the force of the detonation.

Pain. Heat. Roaring flames licking at his skin, mana flaring desperately to keep him from incinerating where he stood. 

But then—