Juq 158 Hot |top|
The explosion wasn't a fireball. It was a pulse. A wave of pure energy that blew the windows out of the warehouse and sent Miller flying into the wet alley. He lay there for a moment, ears ringing, staring up at the rain. The neon sign still buzzed overhead, indifferent to the chaos.
Based on standard academic and scientific databases, the identifier does not correspond to a widely recognized paper, DOI, or standard journal manuscript ID. juq 158 hot
