WOOSH—
Sakaar shot through the air like a blazing missile — yet not in a straight path.
BAM!BAM!
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
Every few seconds the earth beneath him trembled violently as shells rained down in a relentless storm, shaking the entire horizon. Every explosion tore through the soil, flinging burning debris skyward and filling the atmosphere with smoke dense enough to darken the midday sun. The ground he fought for for more than a century was now burning and breaking apart.
He passed above what had once been villages and towns — now nothing more than flattened ruins. Entire forests that had taken centuries to regrow after the last war were now engulfed in roaring fire. Lakes boiled and dried up into steaming pits, and entire mountain slopes were sliding down into the craters left behind by the bombardment. The air was thick with the smell of burning metal and flesh, and yet, even with all this destruction, there was nothing any of them could do.
