Pyro exhaled through his nose and gave a short nod. "Yeah… alright."
He opened his mouth to add something—
But then the ground roared.
Not a tremor.
A violent upheaval.
Starboy spun, eyes wide. "Shit—it could be another—"
The first eruption detonated.
BOOOOOM~
The blast hit from the far side of the ruined town, a column of earth and shattered concrete launching skyward as a new sprout punched through the surface. The shockwave slammed into them a second later, the air compressing hard enough to knock the breath from their lungs.
Don was thrown sideways.
He tried to grab on—hands slapping against the split edge of the damaged sprout—but the surface was coated now, layers of green translucence running down its length. His grip slid uselessly.
He fell.
Hard.
Stone and debris shattered beneath him as he hit, body rolling and tearing through rubble before slamming to a stop near the sprout's base. Pain flared through his side as he skidded, dust choking the air.
