Rick and the Chasmite Veins

    Rocks fell from the sheer cliff, burying Rick entirely. Once he overcame the initial panic of being trapped in a rocky tomb, he glanced around and started trying to think of any possible way to get himself out of his predicament. He was entirely immobile except for a small amount of movement in his digits. That wouldn't help.

    After some time alone with his thoughts, he noticed a faint bluish glow between the rocks. He stared at the glow and realized there were thin veins of chasmite strewn throughout the rubble. It was so small that he could only perceive it after his eyes had adjusted to the pure darkness. But yes, there was no mistaking it, this was in fact chasmite.

    Well Rick was in luck. Hopefully there was enough chasmite among the pile that he could draw sufficient chasma to free himself. Rick concentrated, sensing the chasmite veins with his mind, constructing a mental image of the network before he drew upon it. Once he was sure there was enough, he took what breath he could, then drew all of the chasma from the surrounding veins into his core.

    Rick began glowing with the same blue hue of the chasmite veins, which were now depleted. He had to use it quickly, or he himself would implode from the negative energy. Rick felt for gravity, then thought upward, and released the whole of the chasmic energy in one blast. A gaping hole appeared before him, and Rick winced at the sudden light. The chasmic blast he released negated all the rock above him. His arms and torso were free, and now he could dig himself out.