The light slowly began to fade, and its blinding brilliance gave way to the shattered battlefield.
Smoke and dust hung thick in the air, and the sky, which had been glowing moments ago, turned quiet and grey. The last bits of holy radiance drifted away like scattered sparks before they finally vanished completely.
When the glow disappeared, there was nothing left of Loan.
Not a single trace of any living nor any ashes.
Only a deep, cracked crater stretched across the ground where he had been standing. The earth looked torn open, and the edges scorched with divine energy that still sizzled faintly.
The shockwave from Ethan's attack had reached far. Rubble lay scattered everywhere.
Stones were shattered and even the ground at a distance looked damaged.
The smell of burned earth mixed with the smell of smoke, and the whole battlefield felt shaken to its core.
