Since Erik had taken up penjing, his appreciation of beauty had increased, not just for plants, but for everything. Destruction was beautiful in its own way. Not death, but destruction. There were so many flavors, so many different facets expressed at the end of an object during its removal from the world. A single method, such as plasma grenades, could have many subtleties.
The massive blue-white explosion created by Erik and Jia’s plasma grenades resembled a blooming flower that melted the catwalk holding up the first pair of exos.
The enemies had entered hot, machine guns roaring, their bullets streaming down toward their enemies, but that confidence lasted only a couple of seconds, thanks to the explosion. The blast sent the two exos flying through the air, their shields having saved
