Upon the ruins of the Hyrule War Academy, ten figures clad in pitch-black armor moved slowly across the devastation.
These were the Doomsday Warriors.
They did not hurry.
They did not gloat.
They simply carried out their tasks with mechanical precision, like cold instruments of judgment performing the final cleansing.
One of them approached a broken wall.
Etched into the cracked stone was a complex magical array, its runes faintly flickering with lingering energy.
The warrior raised no weapon.
Instead, he calmly pressed his gauntleted palm upon the surface of the array.
There was no violent explosion.
No dazzling flare of light.
The intricate symbols simply withered away, erased as though wiped clean by an invisible eraser.
A faint sizzling sound whispered in the air.
The once-resilient runes warped, dulled, and disintegrated, until nothing remained but dust returning to dust.
To them, destroying such remnants was no more difficult than brushing away cobwebs.
