A heavy shockwave shook the once-silent forest of the Dark Lands, sending tremours through the ground. Leaves, branches, buds and twigs were ripped from their stalks, littering the forest floor and providing a fresh littering of humus.
The area of focus, Arthur's hiding spot, was completely torn asunder, ripping a large circular hole in the monotony of green.
The trees were severed at the stems and tossed far in the distance, letting in more sunlight to compete with the golden pillar of flames from the Solaris Wyrms.
It was like a giant had taken a hatchet and ripped a chunk out of the forest all at once, creating a gaping circular hole in the forest's foliage irrespective of the immense girth of the oak trees.
At the ground, cracks ran along the ground as the force threatened to rip the strong buttress roots out of the very earth they clung to.
