The [Dragon's Breath] erupted into a Purgatory of lightning, unleashing a shocking destructive force that completely belied its diminished scale.
Lightning, a weave of silver-blue and blood-red, became living tendrils of Destruction, madly lashing out and corroding everything they touched.
The space where Corellon had been hovering seemed to be torn open, a temporary wound revealing an unstable distortion and a pitch-black vacuum.
The ground was no longer merely cracked or scorched; vast swathes of it had been transmuted into a glass-like crystal.
Then, under the subsequent Energy Shock, it disintegrated into the finest dust, swept high into the air by the violent shockwave.
Rampaging serpents of lightning and torrents of Energy expanded in all directions like a bursting dam. The most ferocious of these aftershocks rushed straight toward Roland, who was kneeling on one knee, exhausted and drained.
The destructive aura made his scalp tingle.
