The violent impact spread out in waves, like a massive earthquake.
The brilliantly colored elemental storm was born from the destroyed Mysicala Core and the rampaging Elemental Energy.
Their collisions and distortions ran wild, their wanton expansion and shockwaves intent on annihilating everything they touched.
Until the brief eruption finally came to an end, leaving behind a shattered wasteland and wreckage ravaged by Energy.
The civilians who had luckily survived the shockwave stared in terror at the towering cloud of fire, their hearts filled with fear and pain.
They saw what had fallen from the sky; even though they had cursed and spat at it countless times before, and countless times felt envy and yearning toward it.
Yet when such a thing truly happened, the inexpressible terror and regret left their hearts hollow and vacant, unable to calm that surging sorrow.
