Once the blinding silver light faded and the violent tremors finally settled, the masked inquisitor slowly pushed himself up from the snow. He stared at the impossible devastation stretching out in front of him.
Solomon stood completely frozen in his striking posture, looking exactly as if he had been turned into a solid silver statue.
The inquisitor marched forward, his boots sinking deep into the powdery snow until he reached the epicenter of the destruction. He surveyed the area up close, checking the perimeter to ensure the mechanical owl wasn't hovering nearby.
'Where did the drone go?' the inquisitor wondered, glancing around the cratered valley. 'Did it get completely vaporized in the blast radius?' The assumption was entirely correct. The bronze owl had been destroyed by the apocalyptic shockwave.
