The world exploded in ways that no nukes, black tides of raging waves, or catastrophic spells had been able to achieve.
The desert as a whole rose. The air shattered, and the broken defensive wall crumbled, turning into energy that painted the sky purple-red.
Half of the quadrant just abandoned its physical structure, willingly shattering into energy and spreading its apocalyptic consequences and echoes into the surrounding areas.
Luckily, Aynor was in the middle of an immense and nigh-unfixable desert born from the catastrophic First Impact. Earthquakes that carved deep canyons into that white landmass spread everywhere, but nothing of value was lost.
However, a piece of what had once been a luxurious city had survived the battle, and those apocalyptic side effects headed its way.
