The previous second was a frenzied battle shaking the planes, and the next it was just Carlos standing alone on the scorched earth he had personally torn apart.
The roar of battle suddenly ceased, leaving only the bubbling sound of rolling lava and the distant screech of spatial rifts, highlighting the absurdity of the silence.
Carlos's massive divine form slowly contracted and solidified, finally reverting to his usual form of a Rock Giant standing nearly three meters tall.
The land beneath his feet was already shattered beyond recognition, its original appearance lost. The combat, which both sides approached head-on, had thoroughly altered the terrain of this area.
It seems this place will need a new name.
He hovered above the fragmented sea of lava, and the fine cracks on his body rapidly healed under the circulation of runes, leaving only a few almost unnoticeable white scuffs, like shallow marks polished by wind and sand on ancient rocks.
