The explosion did not rock the earth or cause fire to rise to the sky; instead, it was eerily quiet.
An unsettling calmness.
The bright light flashed and then vanished, like the Sun had burst forth with radiance for an instant before extinguishing all flames and cooling into icy stones.
From the center of the explosion, the entire space resembled a huge mirror, radiating cracks outwardly from the point of impact until all fragments burst, splashing apart.
The whole world had shattered.
Mountain peaks, trees, rivers, including the campsites on the valley plains, the constructed sacrificial altar—everything seemed like a torn picture scroll, pulverized in the blink of an eye.
The black-robed figures scattered in panic, simultaneously bringing out their most powerful defense treasures, but most of these magical artifacts shattered instantly under the terrifying space-time rupture, devouring their owners along with the broken space.
