Gathering of Power House
Early in the morning, the sun shone. The sea of flames did not reduce. Instead, it became stronger and had already spread to more than half of the Wasteland.
The crimson fire devoured mountain after mountain like a living beast. Thick black smoke rose endlessly into the sky, turning the heavens dim despite the sunlight of dawn. The smell of burning earth and scorched blood drifted across the wind, suffocating and heavy.
Countless creatures fled desperately through the ruined lands.
Some beasts roared in fear.
Others simply vanished beneath the flames before they could even escape.
The once peaceful Land of Silence had completely transformed into a battlefield from the ancient era.
On the other side, above The Smoke darke Lion, the sky was gloomy, like a sign of heavy rain. Lightning flashed frequently.
