After the blinding flash, a heavy silence hung in the air. Smoke rose, and the remnants of debris still burned, filling the atmosphere with the smell of ash and destruction.
Cliff spread his wings and swiftly took to the skies to assess the situation from above.
But he saw nothing. The attack seemed to have originated from a great distance. His brows furrowed as he gazed eastward, where a vast sea of trees stretched endlessly. Far in the distance, barely visible, the shadow of a mountain range loomed.
He couldn't discern any sign of an enemy base, even though rumors spoke of Sevirea possessing an immense and imposing citadel. Perhaps they were using magic to conceal their location? Cliff had no other explanation for his inability to locate their enemies.
