The explosion hit like the wrath of a god.
Wade barely saw the red glow before the world erupted into light and flame.
The fireball tore through the healing tent, shredding canvas and hurling bodies through the air like rag dolls.
Wade was flung backward, slamming into the dirt hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. His ears rang, his head spun, and for a moment, everything was just smoke and chaos.
He groaned, trying to push himself up, his arms trembling.
The world swam in dizzy blurs of orange and red. Heat licked at his face, and the air was so thick with smoke that every breath burned his throat.
He blinked rapidly, forcing his vision to focus. A part of the healing tent he'd been in was now a blazing ruin.
Luckily, the other rows of healing tents were intact, but not untouched.
