Through the churning haze of smoke, dust, and clouds of fumes, Asher could be seen standing with a calm expression. Everything around him was gone. Trees? Wiped out. Oceans? Dried up. Mountains? Erased. The land? Sinkholes had replaced nearly ninety percent of it.
The air was choking, as though oxygen itself no longer existed. The earth beneath Asher's feet sizzled as lava replaced everything in sight.
Ahead, Acker could be seen, his body leaning against the green energy barrier, which was the only thing that had survived. He panted heavily, his body covered in countless slashes and tiny cuts, blood flowing from every wound, yet he remained standing through sheer willpower alone.
