The storm of magic had swallowed everything.
Fire, lightning, ice, blades of wind, waves of dark energy, and countless ancient spells had crashed together above the crown of the Devouring Blood Tree. The sky itself seemed to have collapsed under the weight of that violent rain of destruction. The explosions had been so loud that the ground shook again and again like a wounded beast trying to stand.
For a long moment, the battlefield had been nothing but light and thunder.
Then it stopped.
Now only smoke and dust filled the air.
The branches of the Devouring Blood Tree were hidden behind thick clouds of ash and broken mana. Pieces of burned bark drifted down slowly like black snow. The ground around the massive trunk had been torn open by the violent force of the attacks. Cracks ran across the earth like spider webs spreading outward.
The Emperor powerhouses stood below, breathing heavily.
