Stormfront cried out, a poorly acted look of pain appearing on her face.
Then the electrical arcs around her body began flickering erratically. An arc as thick as an arm seemingly went out of control and blasted toward the lead sheriff behind him.
With a sizzling sound of charring flesh, the lead sheriff's body rapidly carbonized. He let out only a muffled grunt before falling straight to the ground, his eyes still wide open.
Yet the arc continued to lash his corpse wantonly, until the sheriff had been reduced to a scattering of black ash.
The young officer stared dumbly at the pile of charred ash at his feet.
Cold sweat quickly broke out across his back. He stumbled backward in panic, looking at Stormfront as though she were a monster.
If he and the sheriff had switched places, would he have been the one electrocuted into a charred corpse?
No one could answer that question for him.
The opaque black film had been utterly unable to withstand Stormfront's powerful bombardment and had shattered completely.
The café's interior was now plainly visible through the bloodstained glass.
It was too gruesome to look at.
Even Stormfront froze, her lips slightly parted, her breathing growing quieter.
Severed limbs and mangled remains lay everywhere. Crimson blood stained the floor, tables, chairs, and walls.
An elderly man with graying hair clutched his chest, leaning against the wall, drawing in more air than he breathed out.
A family of three lay locked in a tight embrace, long since dead.
A charred body hung from the ceiling, seemingly still a child. Beside it, a little girl like a porcelain doll sat on the floor, looking up at the charcoal-like corpse and sobbing helplessly.
Amid these hellish ruins, those few restless figures stood out glaringly.
Their faces