The explosion felt like it consumed everything, and yet it ended far too quickly.
The world collapsed around them and shook.
There was a flash of crimson, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, burning to ash until nothing at all was left.
The blinding lights made even Zayreus cover his eyes, squinting in pain as the rush of air pushed him back.
And then, slowly, it all cleared right before their eyes.
Sylas stood in the same spot he always had. But Old Brama…
He kneeled there on his four legs, a body once tall and broad prone to the ground. His entire arm was gone, a large chunk of it ripped out by the blast. But the shockwave itself was so devastating that it didn't just take an arm, it also took a large piece of his torso.
From here, they could all see the beating of Old Brama's heart. Veins, arteries, bone, and what looked like mechanical parts and tubes hung out of him in treacherous fashion.
Maybe if he hadn't been a C-tier with a powerful Will, he would be dead.
