A deafening impact shook the arena.
The air was compressed, and the silence was split by a deafening explosion.
The flash was so bright and powerful that it could almost be called natural. The white-orange light instantly turned into a roaring wall of fire and shock force.
The fog—shrouded cemetery, the ancient Gothic castle hanging on chains, and the floating debris in the sky were all destroyed by the explosion, turning into dust.
The explosion was too powerful, too real in its destructive power. It seemed that the dungeon, having copied the bomb inside, reproduced not only its shape, but also all the horror inherent in it.
The simulation tried to limit the effects within the acceptable test, but the destructive force has already gone beyond the limits set.
Space was momentarily distorted, as if the fabric of reality had stretched to its limit, and soon the first disruptions began to occur.
The light cracked first.
Then the picture itself distorted.
