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[Nox]

The air grew thicker with heat and sweat and Nox knew that things were getting dire. It was everything he had to keep the power from burning him from the inside out. He pushed into into the ground. It shook and rocked and he could hear the creaking of things around him. He knew that he was putting lives at risk. But he couldn't stop. He had to protect himself.

There were sirens in the distance. But they weren't likely headed this way. Wrong neighborhood to get caught in a literal fire fight.

Nox didn't want to hurt other people just the Atharim. He pulled in his power and changed tactics. It was so hard to think. So hard to do anything. He could feel the power pulling at him pushing at him. It wanted to burn him alive. It was always a fight and it was more so now than before. His head hurt. He hurt everywhere. Burned and boiling in his own shield.

Nox didn't know which way was up. His ears rang. Nox formed a third bubble one inside the other and sent the shards again. Inside a forth and pushed out, more shards. With each wave he grew weaker and weaker until it was all he could do he tied the last bubble off and the power winked out.

He saw visions of his family. They weren't life flashing before your eyes visions. They were his nightmares. His failures - all laid out before him as he lay cooking to death in a trap of his own making.