The golden flames subsided, and the white world incinerated into nothingness, fully revealing the outside world. The rays of fire and light constantly clashed against the brightly shining barriers shielding the angelic and draconic formations.
The dead piled on the ground littered with craters—angels, draconids, dracodactiles, and even occasional wyrm all dead or injured, blood pooling beneath them, 'All the destruction and death this war will bring.'
From the amount of XP he gained, Vesuvius couldn't but slightly grin as he knew his attack also took many pesky dodgy angels with it.
