Benjamin's POV
Finally… the air had fallen into an almost unnatural quiet, the kind of heavy silence that settles only after absolute devastation has swept through everything in its path.
But the plain stretching out for miles in every direction had transformed into a living, miniature apocalypse.
Roaring rivers of bright orange magma snaked and bubbled through what used to be lush green grass, their glowing surfaces hissing and popping as they carved fresh paths across the ruined land.
The earth itself looked parched and dried out, its surface cracked into jagged black plates that stretched endlessly, some sections still smoking faintly from the intense heat that had scorched everything.
And then there was that enormous crater dominating nearly seventy percent of the entire battlefield.
What the hell had Leodog unleashed? 10,000,000 Power Stones or something...
