After another two hours had passed—
BOOOOOOOM!
A wave of searing orange heat slammed into the ground, instantly melting a large portion of the shattered spacecraft wreckage and carving out a massive crater in its wake.
"Huaaah!!" Aro was forced to activate Storm Dash, clutching his wife tightly as he fled in blind panic before collapsing face-first, both of them getting torn apart by flying debris, dirt, and sharp fragments.
Then he screamed upward at the sky, his voice cracking with desperation,
"What are you doing, you idiots?! Fight! Do something—anything!!"
"Hahaha, there's no escape for you, little bull!" Silas laughed loudly, though the exhaustion in his voice was unmistakable.
Silas continued to watch with his arms crossed as he maintained the Domain of the Heavenly Law's Grace. Yet at this very moment, even he—as a Guardian—was showing extreme signs of fatigue.
The only reason he hadn't deactivated the domain was simple: the battle was on the verge of being decided.
