A minute later, the Cathedral of Dawn, under Damian's jurisdiction, crumbled into a haunting scene of ruins.
The walls, roofs, floors, and windows lay shattered and broken, remnants of the grand structure that had stood there.
Amidst the devastation, a single piece of wall defiantly stood, adorned with a cross hanging over it, the sole testament to the sacred place that had been.
It wasn't the result of the wall possessing some special resistance to Merlin's lightning storm; rather, it was like a deliberate act of mercy on Damian's part.
Merlin's focus shifted to the cross. Nonchalantly, he raised his arm and, with a casual grabbing motion, directed his attention towards the object. As he moved his hands in a motion of flipping something upside down, strangely, the cross obediently followed suit, mirroring his hand movements. It was as though an unseen force, like an invisible hand, was intricately adjusting it to conform to Merlin's will.
