There was no smoke, no coals. Bobby flicked his flashlight on and moved closer. His hand touched the charred wood.
“It’s cold,” he said, and then his light flicked out. A second later the other camper’s flashlights went out.
The circle of darkness spread, extinguishing fires and flashlights. Then cars stopped on the freeway. Jet engines failed. Power plants stopped running. Combustion of all kinds stopped on planet Earth.
Zeus looked down at Prometheus. “Thank you for returning what you stole.”
The gods ignored humanity’s screams.