The sky was falling, the earth was collapsing, and the very fabric of space was cracking apart. This realm, shrouded in magic, had been transformed into an apocalyptic wasteland.
Half an hour later, the violent surges of magical energy slowly receded, and the shattered spatial rifts returned to normal. But the landscape itself had been utterly decimated, left as a vast expanse of smoking ruins and colossal craters.
As for the people caught within, only the absolute elite among the powerful—or those mages clad in top-tier gear—could possibly have survived such a terrifying display of force.
Chapter 466