Tanking the explosion that came from compressed space, Debro stood unbothered as though tanking the explosion was the easiest thing in the world for him at the moment, his posture steady. He stood uninjured as though Asher hadn't attacked him to begin with, as though the violent detonation had been nothing more than a passing breeze that failed to even graze him.
Asher stood at a distance, staring at Debro, his mind running through various thoughts of what Debro's ability might be as the man seemed uninjured every single time, every exchange only deepening the mystery. But at the same time, Asher knew he couldn't stand around, time was ticking for him to move, every second slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass, it was do or die for him, hesitation meaning certain death.
