A shockwave erupted outwards, rolling like an invisible tide across the battlefield.
In an instant, everything caught in its radius simply ceased to exist.
Houses, rubble, invaders, even fleeing citizens, every living thing, every structure, faded into nothingness. Their existence unraveled, undone, as if they had never existed in the first place.
The battlefield was scoured clean in a massive circle around him, a void of silence left in its wake.
Aurelius stood in the center of it, chest heaving with controlled fury, silver mask gleaming through the haze of smoke.
"This city is mine!" He snarled, his voice carrying like thunder. "And I will unmake the world itself before I let it fall."
Kant lowered his staff, the glow of his runes reflecting off his pale eyes, awe and dread mixing in his expression.
Maren stepped forward, licking her lips with a grin. "Then let's remind them why Carthage has endured for more than three hundred years."
"Yes." Aurelius said calmly. "Let's.
