The magic battle never paused for a moment, spells exploded one after another in the space of the giant serpent. There was no force in the world that could compare to this storm, everything before it seemed so fragile.
Fortunately, there were no other creatures in this space, otherwise the slaughter here would be enough to send any soul into hell. The land had long since shattered, turning into a desert full of ravines. Sharp stones stood upright on the ground like daggers, and when the wind blew, they turned into blades dancing in the air.
The sky, there was no sky to be seen here. Heavy clouds were like another land, enveloping the entire world. Flames gathered in these clouds, like a volcano's furnace, constantly accumulating massive energy. Some boulders were tossed into the sky by the storm, only to immediately sink into the scorching sea of clouds. They never fell back down, instead, they were burned to ashes, forever floating high above.
