Visergg had never conceived the notion of "scalding heat"; he once believed that a life spent beside the great furnace would never yield any discomfort towards the color red for him. Just as he had never thought there would be such a degree of "wind" that could lift his steadfast self into the air, just like how the Underground City never sees the sun.
Thrown into the air by the aftermath of the explosion, the intense light seemed to have blinded him. The thunderous echo inside his skull drove him to madness, and in his dazed state, the pain of his skin carbonizing was profound.
Crawling on the ground, his body suffering extremes above and below, the torn air lacerating his flesh while the soft earth seemed to be trying to knead him into itself.
