Dust Eater with a red Dust crystal

“Just a sec, Dad!” I called back. “I didn’t want to give you any sudden surprises, what with how old you’re getting and all!”

“Very considerate, son,” My dad answered back and I could hear the smile in his voice. “No need to worry about me. If I fall asleep, just wake me up if something interesting happens.”

“Will do!” I smiled fiercely, palming a red crystal before slamming it against my chest. There was a sudden, fleeting feeling like I was burning, so intensely real that it nearly bowed me, but then I was rising into the house within a tiger made of pure flames. Everything I touched—everything I came near—ignited, such that as I dove down the hall towards my father, the entire corridor was consumed. I saw his eyes widen but it didn’t stop him from raising his hammer as I drew near.

Our eyes met and I smiled.

And then I unleashed the full power contained within the crystal and blew the house down.