Xiao Ming took a deep breath, feeling the oppressive weight in the air finally begin to dissipate.
The aftermath of the explosion still hung heavy, the echoes of the violent blast lingering in his chest. The faint scent of burnt air mixed with the palpable tension of an unsettled world.
He clenched his fist again, feeling the surge of energy from his body rippling through his veins. It was as if the very blood within him had been stirred, a strange warmth coursing beneath his skin, giving him a sense of strength despite the pain.
Slowly, his gaze shifted to the distant horizon. The world around him had been momentarily shuffled, but now, things were beginning to settle.
His body ached, the impact of the explosion still sending shockwaves through his system, but he could feel his soul flame—wild and unruly—slowly returning to its less volatile state.
