The explosion finally subsided.
A deafening silence settled over the battlefield. Nearly everything within a forty to fifty-meter radius had been annihilated.
Towering trees had vanished completely. The earth itself had been blasted apart, leaving behind a massive crater filled with scorched soil and molten rock.
Smoke continued to rise into the night sky while dust drifted lazily through the air.
For several long moments nothing moved. Then, as the smoke gradually began to clear...
A crimson dome came into view. It stood alone in the middle of the devastation. Its surface shimmered like flowing blood, countless crimson runes drifting across it before fading away.
Inside the barrier, Amon remained kneeling on the shattered ground. His arms were wrapped tightly around Seraphina, shielding her with his own body.
His eyes were still closed. He had already accepted death. Yet no pain came. There was no crushing impact.
There was no burning lightning. There was only silence.
