The aftermath of the explosion left a haze of dust and debris floating around us, drifting through the sunlit park like unsettling snowflakes.
As the dust began to settle, figures became clearer especially one standing tall in the middle of it all, Sapphire, with her unmistakable black and purple hair cascading over her shoulders, her piercing gaze locked on one of the petty students who'd been foolish enough to cross her path.
The boy barely older than us but visibly out of his depth wore an arrogant sneer, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of fear.
His shaky confidence did nothing to mask his trembling hands, and he muttered something inaudible as Sapphire stepped closer.
I could see his lips moving, likely some weak insult or empty taunt, but it was clear he'd underestimated the opponent standing before him.
