The smoke built around me with speed, carrying a taste of destruction as it vaped through my senses. The air gushed by getting heavier in pace with each breath I took, the smell of burnt paper lingering as it flowed around in the destructive zone that I was creating. I had never lost control like this before, yet at the same time, had never felt so happy about it.
My mind was not instantly filled with regret or sadness at the fact I had let my power control me, it was quite the opposite, I was glad it did because it was the thing that ultimately helped me in the end. For once we had partnered up and were working together.
My hands burnt with the heat from the strength of it, I had never felt such power from it before. It didn’t hurt it just felt like it was a part of me, like my power had momentarily become one with me like never before.
I closed my eyes and let the solidarity marinate in every moment we bonded together, as I knew the feeling would not last forever and so as I clenched my fists and the energy poured out of my soul, for once in my life I had no regret about harming something or about letting my go of control. My mind and soul were finally free.