FWOOOM!!!
A bright yellow glow ignited from inside its body, pulsing like a lantern filled with lightning.
Bruce landed far away, dust kicking around his boots as he watched with quiet fascination.
His smile widened, eyes reflecting the growing light.
"…now," he whispered, "let's see the result."
The glowing beast didn't slow down. It bloated. Swelled. Its skin stretched taut. The light inside it grew brighter… brighter… blinding.
The surrounding wolves didn't even have time to react.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
The beast detonated. A blast of gore, fire-bright light, and wind fragments erupted outward, shredding the pack before they could even register danger.
Bruce stood several meters away, coat fluttering in the settling dust, the aftershock rolling harmlessly past him. He watched the explosion with the calm, focused gaze of a man appreciating a well-executed experiment, not a massacre.
Art!
Living, explosive art!
And it worked.
