The Divine Smite was far stronger than William had imagined. The crater from its impact was enormous. All the creatures he had summoned were dead. In fact, it was so powerful that even the paladins had been hurt.
Despite being a divine attack, and them having divine protection, they were still affected. Their plate armor was destroyed in several places, and blood dripped from their wounds where they had been thrown flying into the scattered debris—trees and rocks sent flying by the blast. On top of that, several parts of their bodies were severely burned. Those were the paladins' injuries, and they weren't even the targets!
William was on the ground, unable to move. His clothes were shredded, and he couldn't get his body to respond.
"Shit...," William thought. "That attack was worse than I thought."
The demonic energy that had been swirling around him was gone. He could no longer rely on his demonic transformation.
