Lucen's heart dropped. The city was a terrible scene. Houses turned to rubble, blood on the street. The hot air rushed over him, and loud screams filled the air.
A child watched his house burn down. The golden sparks swirled around him, his face was empty and confused. Aya ran to the child and picked him up, but he was unresponsive. Lucen pushed down the urge to ask where his parents were, it seemed obvious.
Aya spoke soothingly into the child's ear. "It's okay, you're safe now."
"Help me, please! Anyone!"
Lucen and Aya exchanged a glance, and ran down the street. A man was yelling among the ruins of his house. He was covered in white dust, and blood drew a line of red on his forehead.
He was clutching a little hand , struggling to lift a piece of rubble. "Please, help! My wife and daughter, they're under—"
