'I might as well be dead.'
After some effort, his helmet was pulled off.
Even with his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel the light. It was so bright it penetrated his eyelids, casting everything in a field of orange-red.
"Hey, what's the deal? You blind? Open your eyes and take a look. Playing the blind man, are we? Look in my eyes!"
'Running away from it won't change anything.'
Sutton VII reluctantly opened his eyes. A Lighting Technique illuminated the night sky, revealing vast fields of wreckage. The warriors who had charged alongside him were now just charred husks, their flesh and blood unrecognizable.
The air still hummed with the aftereffects of the magical bombardment. Multi-colored Elements, some condensed into clusters, others dispersed as mist, floated over the corpse-strewn battlefield. They looked like lost elemental sprites, or perhaps a dream woven from a nebula.
'Why is there such strange beauty in the wake of destruction?'
