The smite skill that erupted in the night sky carried an unbearable power and it left all those present with ears ringing in a high pitch tone, except Charlie whose cryptid nature caused her to lose all the skin on the front of her body that was exposed which due to her revealing attire was most of her. Thankfully, she was able to regenerate in an instant also due to her cryptid nature. But just because no one died after the insurmountable power being unleashed out of nowhere did not mean everything was fine as the one responsible for activating the smite skill fell down like a sack of potatoes after spending most if not all of his flux energy.
"Medic!" Shouted Miss Dragonfang as she caught Soulfire before he even fell. "Don't worry, my love, you will be fine." She wiped a loving tear from her eye before attempting to kiss him, though instead of the warm sensation she was striving for she was met with a hard leather boot.
