Fear washed over her. Intense, horrible fear.
Janice screamed, and a massive wave of pure energy blasted into everything nearby--through the woods, into the fields, almost into the walls of the nearby town celebrating the festival. Trees were blown aside, grass shorn from its roots, and everything from small animals to deer were killed in instants. When the dust settled, there was a crater where a clearing in a forest had once been. Janice lay in the middle of this, crying to herself. The burning in her Traces had stopped, and the Whispers were back to their regular whispering selves.