Down the skies to the grounds below, the effect of the battle swam through like liquid butter.
With ease, it crumbled everything in a tidal wave of destruction.
Pulling what was left of the Academy to its knees.
Buildings. Debris. Trees. Ponds. Statues.
Everything was laid to waste before the eruption of cosmic energy that shuddered through the skies.
The students who were left to suffer under the weight did so with unrestrained pain.
Phestus and the others were either on their knees or flat on the ground, pressed under the magnitude of the beings who hovered in the air.
Their wills were completely sealed within this very battle.
Locked in the hot air and vividly erratic rainstorm.
The downpour continued, but its contents had been turned red.
It splashed with steam.
Hot molecules bubbled in the raindrops while they scorched the earth.
Under this heat, they burned.
Phestus, who knelt in front of the group had been observing for a while.
