The force of the crash destroyed the earth, leading to sharp rocks splintering about, and clouds of dust rising into the air. The dust reduced the vision of spectators and it was difficult for them to make out what was happening. However, their confusion was erased by the next thing they saw.
Galahad walked out of the crater. His clothes were all torn apart and his hair was dishevelled as if it were a bird's nest. He could feel every part of his body screaming in pain. Blood seeped out of the wounds on his body, like a fountain. He was channelling all his efforts towards regeneration and that helped to mitigate his pain somewhat.
He stared upwards with his eyes that had traces of blood within them. It was staring directly at the figure that stood in the air and looked at him indifferently from above, with those piercing golden eyes of his. With his white robes of magic staff, he looked as bright as a star in the night.
