The Stranger lifted his head, stunned by everything unfolding before him.
— He saw the roiling grey-black smoke billowing upwards, containing deep red and golden flames within.
Right in front of him, not too far away, the Hall of Silver and Tin began to spew out copious amounts of dust and smoke from its center, gradually fracturing and collapsing.
Even the buildings reinforced by the Preservers had no resistance. The entire structure seemed to be chewed up and devoured by some magical beast, emitting a harsh screeching sound. It curled and collapsed, mouthful by mouthful, with the trembling of the ground.
The peculiar monocle on the Stranger's face, much like a microscope, automatically rotated and extended, bringing him a whole new field of vision:
He saw heat spreading throughout the building like the roots of plants tightly clutching clumps of soil. Not far away, a gigantic humanoid form, too hot to behold directly even through multiple walls, was slowly rising.
