"What...happened?"
A single voice arose amongst the crowd, half of which had already evacuated the Colosseum, the center of which had been destroyed. Not even a single piece of debris was left there, all eviscerated.
The voice belonged to a young man, whose leg was injured during the stampede that was the escape, he had already accepted the fact that he would die here when his leg was trampled on. However, to his shock, he did not die. He was very much alive. The rest of the unfortunate masses, who had failed to evacuate as well, were also stupefied.
That bright flash of light, the sparks in the air, that destructive skill...failed to kill them? What?
Were they already in heaven? Waiting to be judged by an angel?
No, it was nothing of the sort.
The dust failed to settle quickly. And the host, whose condition was quite miserable, was unconscious, his hover pad had blown apart, and he had also suffered some damage from the skill.
