The landscape had been utterly devastated with massive fissures splitting the terrain.
Craters the size of buildings scarred the ground and their edges had the glowing of residual heat from Thera's molten attacks.
And at the center of it all was the archon's massive golem.
The towering construct of stone and molten lava loomed over the battlefield like a titan from ancient myth.
Before the golem lay the broken remains of Akravos, Demon Lord of Carnage.
His monstrous form had been torn apart piece by piece and scattered across the ground.
Their surfaces still twitched every now and then despite being detached from the main body.
His massive octopus-like head was now smashed beyond recognition and black blood leaked from countless wounds, pooling beneath what remained of his corpse.
It had been a given outcome, really.
No matter how powerful Akravos had been among demon lords, he could never hope to match an Archon in direct combat.
