Dusty air distorted the vision into the destroyed arena. The side opposite Sylvn's box had collapsed entirely, opening up the area below the arena where the monsters were kept. The barrier that had once covered it was slowly crumbling away, piece by piece. Giant rocks, blown out of the earth by the spell, had landed randomly among the now vacant stands. Corpses of those caught in the attack had been left behind, now becoming meals of the escaped monsters Sylvn had made.
The dust slowly settled, revealing even more scattered debris and mutilated bodies. Mifta sat motionless in front of a crater, her body covered in scorch marks and burnt flesh, and she was missing a leg. Mufsa's body, having suffered far more damage than Mifta's, lay on the ground in front of Mifta.
