The stadium had fallen into a state of turmoil and chaos.
The ground in front of me was laden with black ashes and the burned bodies of those that weren't able to protect themselves. Putrid smell lingered around as the remaining lavas continue to devour their body until nothing remained.
Looking ahead, towards the seats, the first thing that I saw was the huge lava rock which was now half of what it was before. The lava at its center still boiling while the seats under it burned to a crisp with black spots remaining.
As the small black ashes flow before my eyes, I momentarily stop thinking.
'What is this?'
'Is this still a fantasy or is this my reality?'
"Hah…" I look frozen under the hell that stood before me, "So this is what real power is." Turning up I see the floating figure looking down at us with his eyes still covered, emotion unknown.
Floating up there like a god.
