Power.
It was all he wanted.
More power.
It wasn't enough to just live. He wanted them to suffer. He wanted to pull the world into his own quagmire, his own selfish waves of destruction and helplessness.
His heating path skyrocketed beyond his chilling path, its power so dense and all-consuming that everywhere his palm passed through, everything was incinerated to ash.
The water boiled into bubbling masses of churning vacuum. Every time one of them popped, sizzling steam would billow out in all directions, and a single touch made even Sadie's skin go red, peeling it away as though it had just been touched by acid.
Sadie coughed up a mouthful of blood as her chest was slammed into again, but she curled back into a kick, both of her palms striking the ground as the base of her toes slammed into Theron's chin.
