The heat hit Devvyn’s face but the scream never made it out of his mouth. As soon as the shockwave from the explosion hit him, his ribs locked up tight, and every breath he had left got sucked.
The fire from the explosion was supposed to blow outward but it didn't.
The flame, the smoke, and the flying stones tore backward across the sand where Devvyn was standing. It dragged straight into his chest knocking him flat on his knees as his boot skidded through the dirt.
His echo seemed to be swallowing the explosion.