Lumbering through the quiet dirty streets of the village out in the Jallera countryside, Mordi could feel something unsettling in the air. Her hairs stood on end as she peered around the town. [Why did it have to be tonight of all nights?] She asked out loud before the first signs of trouble began to drifted in.
The smog was a deep purple and floated in the breeze. Mordi watch through lazy eyes as the clouds began to collide with the homes. [That’s no myst storm,] she muttered as the wooden structures began to slowly melt.
Letting out a blast of psychic energy, the cloud backed off and releasing the houses from their fate. Taking several steps forward, she was surprise to see the cloud return and thicker in density. Blasting it again resulted in a similar result, making the cloud almost a solid wall of gas.
[This is a lot worst!] she exclaimed casting out her powers more in an net this