"What am I seeing?!"
Dread's icy finger gripped Adam's soul as he watched the colossal inferno and the toxic smoke corroding the ravaged land.
Honestly? If he had to answer his own question, he would say his eyes fed him an apocalyptic scene, the end of the world, or the aftermath of nuclear power plants exploding in the middle of a kingdom.
And even then, he doubted he could capture the ravage's extent with the typhoon reaping lives on the coast, the erupting volcanoes drowning the lands in scalding magma, and the many earthquakes shattering mountains and cities like dominos.
His spectral form shivered involuntarily as his gaze darted between the towering pillar, the elf who had conjured the final spell, the howling Ossian, his missing arm, and finally, to the Beast Emperor.
