The shockwave rippled out, sending a plume of smoke and ash high into the atmosphere.
Rocks were torn from the cliffs, tumbling down in a cascade of rubble. The sky was painted with streaks of red and gold.
For a long moment, everything was consumed by fire and smoke. The heat was unbearable, even from a distance, and the light was blinding.
Then slowly, the flames began to recede, and the thick veil of smoke lifted like dark storm clouds parting after a violent downpour.
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Where the blast had erupted, the ground was a shattered expanse of broken stone and fractured earth, rocks splintered and tossed aside.
The land was a mess of jagged debris, still smoldering with traces of Cinderblaze's attack.
Suddenly, the beast leaped down from a ledge, landing nimbly on the destroyed terrain.
It seemed almost frantic, making sharp, urgent noises as if calling out for Eratz.
