The ground rumbled and the sky reverberated. Sonic booms rang out without cease; explosions fell from the heavens like rain, destroying all that lived below.
Whimpers and cries echoed all around. The state of the Gnareth army was one of absolute misery. They ran, they kneeled, yet they died. Bodies were blown apart, limbs dismembered, werebeasts erased, not leaving behind even dust.
"Do not expect any mercy from me, monsters."
KRZZZZZ—THOOM!
The lance of the sun continued to stab and sweep the earth. Each time its light appeared, dozens died. Cleaning the battleground like heaven's broom, it continued to take out the trash. So much so that the Gnarethians, already turned hysterical each time she fired.
Although at this point, I may be more of a monster than you all will ever be.
