The image in Markus ball was slightly unstable. With the fog on which Markus displayed, his memories continued to sway on the little wind that could enter the building, making the image a little distorted.
But it was all in terms of convenience. For the sake of observing the scale of the disaster, this quality was more than sufficient.
"T minus fifteen!" A voice came from the steamy orb. It was the old and common military code. 'Normally, they would need to add units in front of it was about anything but seconds,' Layn thought, observing every last detail that the picture showed.
For a few more seconds, nothing happened. The city in the distance stood magnificently. Even for Layn, destroying it completely would take not only quite a lot of strenght but even more time and effort in preparation.
After all, while magic appeared to be nearly omnipotent, the spells still had to be fueled with mana.
