“Never,” I screamed, and I lifted my hands. Instantly, a fissure appeared, growing beneath the altar. The oak trees around us began to split and crack. Branches and leaves fell around us.
You made a fissure form below the same alter that your unconscious niece just happens to be lying on. And you made trees split and splinter! You’re doing an excellent job of taking out everyone and everything in the vicinity EXCEPT your father. Awesome…
