This looked bad. Caist was carefully making his way through the flames, secure within a pale blue bubble of psionic energy, repelling the heat. Nothing could have survived this, whatever it was. First responders were taking their sweet time getting here, too. Just as well; less yellow tape to get through. There was something about this that smelled of Wanderers. The blast was contained to this particular area. He was unable to find a point of origin with the limited time he had. Not a single clue could be find in this burning mess.

Giving up, Caist made his way to edge of the flaming ruins, opposite where his sweep of the area had began. Wait...thoughts. Close. Who would be suicidal enough....Caist followed the thought patterns. He didn't have to travel far. A small group of young adults, younger than him, were standing together. Suspects? Too many. Nosy bystanders? Time to find out. He approached the group.

It looked like a makeshift battlefield triage. It looked like someone had already dug up any survivors of this disaster. He approached the closest one. He looked younger than most of the (presumed) white mages around them. "Wanderer first responders. You guys Guardians?"