The sound was deafening, a mixture of powerful detonation and destructive crash. Under the force of the explosion, the ground trembled while debris was flung in all directions, creating a deadly rain of projectiles. Shrapnels whistled through the air, creating a macabre symphony of sharp and piercing sounds.
Luxia's heart tightened with uncertainty, imprisoned in this fog of smoke, she feared the worst. Using her displacement technique, she emerged from the mist to have an aerial view. Despite her always calm demeanor, the sight had filled the Gold Saintess with terror. The wyvern's cry tore through the air as it spewed incandescent flames, devouring everything in its path. The fortress dome had been destroyed and the situation of the inquisitors defending was uncertain.
