As the echoes of the Rumbling Heaven faded away, the clouds above them scattered, revealing the aftermath of Lyon's devastating technique. Dust slowly settled, and Lyon approached the edge of the destruction, his gaze fixed on the scene below.
A massive crater lay before him, adorned with the imprints of the golden fists that had rained down from the heavens. The very texture of the battlefield had been reshaped by the celestial onslaught. At the center of the crater, amid the wreckage, Nuphy's battered and bloodied form lay twitching with pain.
Coughing up blood, Nuphy struggled to move within the remnants of the once-vibrant battlefield. The magnitude of Lyon's Rumbling Heaven had taken its toll, leaving Nuphy in a state of agonizing vulnerability.
