Boom!!
The shockwaves tore through the compound, carving an instant crater into its domain—like a nuclear bomb dropping on a city. Deadly waves of compressed air rippled outward, smashing into nearby houses. Windows cracked instantly, shards spraying inward with surgical precision.
Marie and her mother were hurled back onto the bed, their bodies slamming hard but not enough to throw them off. The blankets were yanked upward, wrapping around them as glowing lines of Glory traced over Marie's skin, flooding her with the medical assistance she desperately needed.
The soldiers weren't spared. They were blasted backward into the sitting room, ripples of energy slamming into their skulls. Faces contorted in terror as they clutched their heads, fearing the force would push inward and pulp their eyes.
Ross's attack had landed—pinpoint accurate—right on Zabi's head. If this were darts, it was a perfect twelve. There was no doubt about it. Zabi had been crushed by the blast.
