It took thirty-nine minutes for a stretch of a six-miles radius area to turn into the wasteland; its branches had absorbed nearly all the energy, and even now, it was squeezing in whatever had left.
By the time it finishes in a minute or two, this place will have the worst soil in the whole world, worse than even the desert.
It is painful to watch a fertile, vibrant place turning into a wasteland, but I watched and itched these images in my heart. So, I will make it remember when I punish this bastard.
"Are you ready to die, Zaar?" said Kraf, with the same hollowness it had earlier. It still had the bloodline phantom behind it, and it had become impossibly clear.
"You think you can kill me? Even an old snake couldn't me when I had my shields out," I said confidently, looking at my shields.
