An impossibly thick tide of life mana converged on R'lissea's staff, flowing from all across the mountain range. It wove together into a lance of brilliant green energy, containing more strength than belonged in a seventh-circle spell. She thrust her staff, and the spear disappeared.
The meadow exploded. There was no other way to describe it.
The ground bucked violently in a spreading wave of disaster. Great plumes of earth rose into the air, displaced by the immensity of an attack I hadn't even seen land. The effect spread quickly, traveling on the heels of a devastating shockwave. In the blink of an eye, the entire meadow had been disrupted, and the plumes of debris and blinding green light rose over a mile into the lower atmosphere. A literal mountain torn from the earth and cast into the sky.
