The aftermath of Austaire's ultimate skill did not just break the entire first floor of the underground prison, it also shattered two out of three of Magnus's protective rings.
What was left behind was devastation in its rawest form.
The roof had been obliterated, erased as though it had never existed.
The floor, save for the safe circle beneath Magnus's feet, was nothing but a gaping, charred crevasse stretching into blackened depths.
Heat still lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating, as faint plumes of smoke curled upward from the molten cracks.
The acrid stench of scorched stone and burnt flesh filled the suffocating silence.
The prison cells, once filled with prisoners awaiting execution, had been reduced to dust and ash. Bodies were gone, their traces erased by the sheer destructive power Austaire had unleashed.
"Just as expected from the powerful bloodline of Aurelus."
