The explosion lasted for a full two hours.
The magma from deep underground spewed forth for an entire day and night before its violent surge finally began to recede.
The sky was completely choked by thick volcanic ash, blocking out the sun. Daytime became a dim, crimson twilight.
The landscape for two hundred kilometers around was completely reshaped.
The once-towering mountain range of volcanoes was gone. In its place were dozens of enormous, circular craters belching black smoke, like horrific pimples on the face of the earth.
Scalding magma pooled at the bottom of the craters, forming a new sea of fire. Crimson bubbles roiled and burst on the surface, releasing deadly toxic gases.
The air was thick with the acrid stench of sulfur, and the temperature was high enough to set clothes ablaze.
Deep within the main workshop, the Meditation Room was perfectly quiet.
"Damage assessment complete." Jarvis began the post-battle report.
