The wind stirred and the ground imploded. Waves of heat, blinding light and deafening sounds created a veritable cacophony of pure destruction.
Mark felt like he was like a lone boat sailing on the high sea during a tempest. He would have been completely swept away but suddenly, all the shockwave went past him.
Looking up, he could see an ice barrier had formed around him and was protecting him.
He immediately recognized the aura of the Director and sighed in relief. His old bones had not been ready for this clash of power.
He sighed in awe as he could now witness the standoff between the two lightning. There was a certain beauty in the chaos, an elegance in the destruction.
But everything eventually had an end.
*Crack*
It was a small sound. One nearly impossible to perceive with all the other thunderous sounds mixed in. But that one sound was the sign of the end.
Boom!
A final explosion went off as a storm of Prana swept off entirely the field.
