The world ended in fire, as it turned out. Spurting up through the ground, falling from the sky like rain, lancing through the planet in white-hot streams of plasma. It was quick, for whatever that's worth. Personally, I've never been a big proponent of the all-in-one-go school of Band-Aid removal.
"It's not so bad," Karen said as she burned, curling and flaking away like a leaf in a campfire. "It's not really all that hot. In absolute terms."
I watched her shatter as afist of superheated air slammed through her. Ice, I thought. Next time it will be ice.
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