The scorching heat washed over Asmodeus, searing the surface of his skin with a bright red glow. The world around him became nothing but blinding white and a roaring silence that burst his eardrums, creating an eerie silence with a distant ringing noise.
When the light's howl faded, his breath flowed in fast, ragged gasps. Smoke hissed from his body in a misty steam from every inch of scorched flesh.
Even his divine aura, something that could sunder mountains, cracked and trembled over what struck him.
'What... the hell was that?'
The beautiful imperial plaza lay in complete ruin. Entire sections of marble had been vaporised. The once-proud banners of every race fluttered as torn, blackened scraps.
The two beautiful sacred tree's a sign of his marriage and union with his wives... although they stood intact, the singed leaves became blackened like ash.
"...What happened? Report to me!"
His voice cut through the entire plaza and the lingering hum of destruction.
