Zen left the cellar and walked down the beaten road. Dust clouds and fire licking at the sky. Broken windows and flipped cars were the only sights to behold. "If he was able to survive this hellish nightmare maybe there are others as well. Hopefully with more intellect than the fool I had to dispose of." Zen said as he looked around the wasteland that he used to call home He tried to make himself into a vapor again, but it seemed he couldn't get it to work. "What triggered my power before? Why can't I use it right now? More practice and experience might be necessary."