Like it was not cement, like it was not wood, not a masterpiece of human architecture but mere glass. It shattered into millions of pieces and a blinding light encompassed them, with so much divine power that Stefan spat out blood.
The sky was split apart, as a light descended from the sky. It was so blinding it turned the bodies of those who watched it to ash, except for Stefan and James.
"Oh, it's here."
Said James, as five artefacts were floating behind him, seemingly the conduit to this event. Stefan looked at him with bloodshot eyes, his body having been controlled by the ice threads, which pierced into his muscles and nerves.
"What have you done?!"
He yelled out, blood accompanied his tongue and throat.
"What? What's wrong?"
His evil smile didn't change, as he stood undisturbed in the blinding light. The very light that was reducing the capital to ash, was nothing to him.
"How?!"
