The explosion swallowed everything.
For a long moment after that deafening impact, there was nothing left to see, nothing left to hear except the echo of power fading into silence. The red planet had collapsed inward and burst outward in a way that no ordinary spell could imitate, tearing through space, crushing everything in its path, and leaving behind a field that no longer resembled the arena that had once stood there.
GrandLord Dreath stood at the center.
Still.
Unmoving.
His hand remained raised for a few breaths longer, as if his body had not yet caught up to the fact that the spell had already been released.
Then—
Slowly—
He lowered it.
The air around him felt hollow now, drained, as if something essential had been taken away along with that final attack.
His eyes remained fixed forward, staring into the fading cloud of crimson dust that still hung thick in the air.
"…It's over."
The thought came quietly.
Not triumphant.
Not satisfied.
Just… accepted.
