A blast had struck Gavin's home, and it was already engulfed in what looked like a mix of red and green flames.
It was the kind of attack that no one was expected to escape from, and surely there was very little chance of anyone surviving it.
A considerable amount of people had gathered outside the building, including those who knew that the Mayor, Gavin and his family, and two visitors were inside.
A stir was caused, but it was clear that there was nothing they could do because it wasn't the kind of flame that could be quenched by just anyone.
"Red and green fire... It's from a Blaster," a random figure in the gathering said, placing his hand on his head.
"What does that mean?" another person asked.
"It means the one who made the attack would be the only one who can quench it. Every Blaster has a formula, and the quencher is guaranteed before the Blaster is made. Or else, if a Blaster strike is made, it would keep burning forever if there is no quencher."
