Meanwhile, the explosion lit up Bruce's entire field of vision, blinding gold, roaring flame, and a shockwave that swallowed everything in a wave of burning wind. The earth split. Trees were ripped from the ground. The air itself seemed to scream as the blast devoured everything in a radius of hundreds of meters.
But then…
Bruce's eyes widened.
"…Impossible," he muttered, stunned by what he was seeing inside the explosion's core.
The world was still shaking, smoke still billowing, embers still raining down like falling stars. The flames hadn't even settled yet, firestorms still raged, the ground still molten in places, chunks of burning earth rising and falling in the heated air.
But even through that chaos…
Something remained.
Something alive.
As the flames finally thinned and the haze pulled back, the shape at the very center came into view,
A heart.
