As the runes of the hall lit up, they revealed its interior, which was now nothing more than a broken shadow of its former self.
Deep cracks stretched across the walls, spreading like scars left behind by a violent storm. Several doorways had been completely blocked by large chunks of debris that had collapsed from above. The ground was no better. Massive dents, some plunging more than a dozen feet deep, were scattered across the floor, painting a clear picture of how intense the battle had been.
Clarissa and the others stared at the scene with dumbfounded expressions, slowly taking in the devastation around them.
Their shock deepened when their gazes shifted to Marlon, who stood there looking completely unscathed. If not for his rapid, uneven breathing, no one would have suspected that he was the main cause of all the destruction surrounding them.
Meanwhile, Marlon's attention was fixed on the ground.
