Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream
A cataclysmic air pulse erupted from her hands, tearing through the grand entrance, shattering the crystal chandeliers into a million lethal shards, and sending a half-dozen of the guarding ability-users crashing violently through the drywall.
Briggs, the cold military commander, stepped calmly over the debris. He raised a single hand, his eyes reflecting a terrifying inner light, and a towering wall of roaring, white-hot fire erupted down the left corridor. It instantly cut off the remaining reinforcements, trapping them in a hellish blaze of their own making and sealing the strike team's flank.