This magical disaster was incomparable to anything I saw in my entire life so far. The only moment when I could experience a might rivalling it, was when I meet someone akin to a god. Even though the difference was still vast, the might of the magical storm was already on the scale that made it impossible to grasp with one's mind.
The disaster itself didn't look all that scary. After all, there were no explosions, no huge noises… Not even a breeze appeared to rustle the hair of those who observed the effects of the stone. And those were just as devastating as the scale of the disaster.
Crack.
More cracks appeared on the reality as if the world itself couldn't hold the violent reactions of magic. Then, as if an illusion fading away, the entire tribune and northern part of the camp, simply disappeared.
