An explosion of a cataclysmic level shook the entire Amphitheater and before Corey or any other ignorant and unsuspecting person could respond, a violent hot storm of wind blew at the entire audience, and a good percentage of the audience flew from their seats and a few screams, shouts and curses resounded throughout the stadium.
Corey placed his hands in front of his face as the violent hot storm of wind blew heavily at his face for at least five seconds. After the violent hot storm of wind reduced in its intensity, Corey lowered his hands with a deep frown on his face as a loud ringing noise resounded in his ears and mind.
He placed his hands on his ears in attempt to reduce the annoying noise in his ears, but as he raised his arms, he noticed something.
His gaze landed on his arms which now had first degree burns with a tinge of mystic energy in it. Corey frowned as he felt the unfamiliar yet familiar energy encroaching into the deeper parts of his skin with ill intent.
