[ Medic senses... nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, but...
She can tell as she makes her way through that something was here before that has been blasted into nothingness by now. The haze of smoke and the acrid leftover stench of burning hangs thick in the air, so it's not too hard to guess why everything is gone. There are no structures left that you can make out – just blasted ranges of rock, mountain and a smooth, glittery mineral that isn't quite like glass or obsidian.
There are no Spectres or Revenants here that you can sense, but...
Deep under the crust of the blasted earth, there is something. You can pick up much about it, almost as if it's slumbering. ]
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She can tell as she makes her way through that something was here before that has been blasted into nothingness by now. The haze of smoke and the acrid leftover stench of burning hangs thick in the air, so it's not too hard to guess why everything is gone. There are no structures left that you can make out – just blasted ranges of rock, mountain and a smooth, glittery mineral that isn't quite like glass or obsidian.
There are no Spectres or Revenants here that you can sense, but...
Deep under the crust of the blasted earth, there is something. You can pick up much about it, almost as if it's slumbering. ]