Sweat was running down Zhenlan's face, Lingyun looked like he was about to shake himself apart, and the fire tornado outside my broken window was doing exactly what I wanted it to do.
The only problem was... how long could these two men keep it up.
The spinning wall of flame ripped across the front lawn, dragging smoke, fire, and ash behind it as it moved through the first cluster of zombies. The bodies caught, burned, and disappeared into the wind before they could take another step toward the house.
It was beautiful in the same way a garbage fire was beautiful when it was burning someone else's garbage.
"Hold it," I snapped when Lingyun's hands dipped.
"I'm trying," he gritted out.
"Try harder then," I replied. I knew that it wasn't easy. But having a power was a double edged sword. Don't use it properly and the zombies will kill you to get it. Learn how to use it, and the amount of calories you burn could end up killing you in a week.
