"…" Seismic grimaced as he watched the explosion from below, a sphere of such radiant orange that it looked like a miniature sun, bloom outwards, engulfing everything in its hungry approach. He could instinctively sense that the explosion, despite having a large area of effect, was not nearly as devastating as the initial heat strands that the Locus threw out to start this explosion.
Those strands seemed absolutely devastating. Seismic's instinct had always been strong, almost beast like in their perceptiveness to the point where they could be considered a power on their own, and he could feel strongly that even touching those strands would lead to instant death, even for him.
