Chapter 114 Controlled
- As Jackson turned to go, something caught his eye. He drew closer and crouched down. Study the spot where glossy black patches of sand marred the soft white of the rest. His claws smoothed away as he outstretched one hand. His fingertips smoothed as he stroked the glassy texture of that spot.
- Burnt sand.
- It had superheated so fast that it had become a gloss over the surface of the beach.