Chaos. Destruction. Death.
Those were the only words capable of even remotely describing the scene unfolding.
Colonel Zenon had given his rousing cry.
The sergeants and Apexes had gone on full alert.
The Paragons had clashed.
And then…
Devastation followed.
Paragon battles had always been considered world-ending events. Even a clash between two could leave entire landscapes in ruin.
But this was sixteen Paragons against eight.
Above the main island, the sky had become a battlefield of apocalyptic proportions.
The people within the banquet hall heard it first;
Not a sound, but a force.
A pressure so intense it sounded like celestial bells being struck by war gods. Like the heavens themselves were cracking apart.
And then it hit.
A shockwave, vast and merciless, slammed into the island like a divine hammer.
Buildings were reduced to rubble.
Trees were shredded into dust.
Mountains cracked. Rivers reversed. Airships exploded.
