"Well… first wave is done, I guess." Razeal said it casually while floating high above the wall, as though what had just happened was nothing more than a small inconvenience. His crimson eyes moved across the battlefield below with calm indifference, quietly observing the devastation left behind by the meteor shower.
And devastation was the only word that fit.
The plains beyond Silver Shield City no longer resembled a battlefield.
It looked like the end of the world.
The entire land had been torn apart beyond recognition. Giant craters covered everything as far as the eye could see, some still glowing with molten lava deep inside them. Smoke and dust drifted upward endlessly into the morning sky while shattered pieces of burning stone remained scattered across the destroyed earth.
Broken golems lay everywhere.
Or well what remained of them.
