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Red. Gold. Fire. Heat. The roar of a monster caught within the melting pot; the sickening smell of burnt flesh and hair; the sight of his home, his family destroyed. He stood there in silence, numb, unmoving as he stared up at the remnants of what had been his house. Duran had stumbled blindly out, crying, yelling, babbling incoherently about things Rex could scarcely comprehend at that point in time. His lips parted, but no sound emerged; his eyes stung, yet no tears came; his legs, trembling and as heavy as lead, impossibly continued to support his weight. His mother; his father. Meenya. Tilting his head back, he stared skyward—and