A brutal shriek boomed to life.
Insurmountable power pressing upon the world like a bush button as the vast array of Miasma set the world aflame.
Hot. Surging.
His powers reached an apex that one would only dream of striving for.
Flowing with the unrelenting intent to crush. To consume. To command.
This was the power that swept through every living being which stood in the expanse of the Academy.
Within its different subspaces and the Territory as a whole.
It swallowed it in an endless torrent of malevolent storms.
The earth rattled. It shook, broke and cracked.
Spider webs of destruction spreading like cancer across the Academy.
The sky shuddered.
A terrible scream ran through its horizon as if it were in pain.
The Moon quaked.
Reverberating with a scarlet red. Ethereal. Primal.
Like the colour of blood.
The air was hot. Terribly hot. Boiling, even.
It put a terrible strain on the body.
Pushing it to its limits and beyond.
