The explosion was so powerful that it didn't just tear my house apart—it shook the foundations of the neighboring homes. Window glass shattered everywhere, and car alarms screamed through the street.
I was flung like a dry leaf, my body tumbling across rubble and cracked asphalt.
The first thing I registered was the loud ringing in my ears, followed by blurred, double-layered vision. Then came the pain—deep, sharp, and spreading through every inch of my body. A third of my ribs were broken, my left arm was badly dislocated, and burns and cuts scattered across my skin. Blood dripped from my lips and temple.
In the middle of all that chaos, with my mind barely held together, one name tore itself out of my bleeding mouth, rough and dripping with hate:
"GWENNETH… YOU BITCH…!!!"
If not for the Aegis Pendant taking most of the blast, I would have been reduced to ash.
