The Pandora's Box

The huge ball of golden fire quickly expanded, incinerating everything in its path.

The waves of heat and shockwaves carrying rubble were blasting through the dungeon.

The dragon dug his long claws into the black stone under him. A huge dome of wind was loudly howling around him, enveloping the whole islands where he stood in a protective dome.

The waves of heat and flying rubble constantly crashed against the barrier, getting deflected like water crashing against a cliff.

Vesuvius quietly observed the destruction he caused, his eyes shining as they penetrated through the clouds of smoke.

'It should have run out of fissile material long ago, yet it is still expanding. Is it possible that the divine energy not only increased the heat but also somehow took on the concept of atomic instability, turning everything it touches into more fission material? Or what is going on?'