Remiel's body arched violently in the air, his wings flailing out of control as he was hurled toward a distant mountain with terrifying force. The terrain beneath his trajectory cracked and splintered even before he landed, deep scars ripping across the battlefield as if the land itself was crying out.
The echo of the collision carried for miles, rolling through the continent like a lingering roar.
The mountain was blown to smithereens, massive rocks and scorching dust thrown violently into the sky. An earthquake shook the ground beneath, and the Central City was unable to endure the shock. The layers above finally collapsed, burying all the dead dwarves under the fallen stone and shattered foundations.
The Saints, witnessing the collapse, hurriedly fled outside. Their hearts were filled with dread, each step heavy as fear clawed at their minds.
