Smoke rose in the distance. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the smell that followed. Even though it was maybe a few miles away, Eric could almost taste the sulfur.
”Do you smell that?”
”Of course I do, shithead,” Absinthe replied, crossing her arms which had returned to their normal look of being pitch black and moving as if they were made of flowing ink.
”Are you not understanding what I’m saying? That smell only comes from one person and that is--”
A voice cut in.
“The base is on fucking FIRE!”
The two looked at the source of the voice, Seth who seemed out of breath and stunk of the same smoke and sulfur they were heading towards.
”Ambrose.”
I wanna watch the world burn.