A streak of blazing gold tore through the night sky, roaring downwards like a fiery comet, illuminating the clearing in stark, brilliant flashes.
The oppressive silence shattered instantly as the impact shook the earth violently, sending shockwaves rippling outward and launching plumes of ash, dust, and splinters into the air.
Trees buckled, bent sharply under the explosive force, embers swirling in chaotic spirals, momentarily igniting the darkness into a vivid crimson glow.
Everyone instinctively shielded their faces, squinting against the harsh radiance. Lucan staggered back, raising his arm defensively as the residual shockwave buffeted him fiercely.
Fiora protectively clutched Orion's unconscious form closer, turning her scaled shoulders towards the blast to shield him, while Rina and Magi moved in front of Orion to protect him.
Slowly, the dazzling flames dimmed, coalescing into a single figure standing straight at the epicenter of devastation.
