[Location: The Surface – The Void Shrine (Domain)]
[Time: 48 Hours into the War]
Two days.
For forty-eight hours, the sky had been screaming.
The terrain below was now a glass sheet. Mountains had been vaporized, rivers evaporated, and the very air tasted of ozone and despair.
Under the constant attacks of both sides, each of their armies had long sice retreated in order not to be caught in the proccess
However despite that, many helpless people below both from the Dragon empire and from the Dwarven and Elf alliance lost their lives
In the sky, Damien floated in the center of the devastation, his chest heaving.
Inside the Shadow Dragon Avatar, Lyra's body was reaching its breaking point.
Her skin was pale as death, blood leaking from her pores. Every time he channeled mana, her muscles tore.
At this rate, she might not even last the full three days, a situation which Damien least wanted to see
'It's not working,' Damien realized, watching the Prince.
