BOOOOOOM!
A massive explosion echoed, shaking the ground with a force so intense it felt like the earth itself was tearing apart.
The shock-wave rippled outwards, briefly parting the thick, black miasma before it returned, casting a depressing mist over the entire area again.
When the dust settled, the once standing hill looked like a scene from a war documentary, devastated by a missile strike costing taxpayers hundreds of thousands of dollars per shot.
But for Reign, it only cost a portion of his energy reserves.
This was something humans could never achieve; they had to rely on limited resources just to mimic a fraction of his power.
And not just him.
Demons, angels, and the corrupted, could cause the same damage with just their bodies alone.
He landed on the ground and quickly absorbed the mangled corpses using hundreds of bone tendrils.
