At present, the vast land, riddled with bottomless chasms, had lost much of its internal support under the force of the spell.
Its once-stable structure had completely failed.
Against the backdrop of widespread collapse.
Countless rocks had turned into mudslides, rapidly crumbling and flowing.
In the sky.
The Astral Ships that had previously been using special spells to diminish Mystra's power were now torn apart by the recent attack along with layer upon layer of thick white clouds. They became conspicuous fireballs, plummeting rapidly from the vault of heaven.
From time to time.
The mangled corpses of Gith and Magic Beasts would tumble randomly from within, falling into those deep canyons, buried by earth, scorched by magma, swallowed by underground rivers...
In short, they were mostly left without whole corpses.
The scene.
Was even somewhat like the apocalypse descending in the movie 2012.
It was utterly horrifying!
Amid this earth-shattering spectacle and the random rain of debris.
Although the surviving figures appeared somewhat panicked and directionless, as beings possessing powerful Supernatural Power, they still struggled desperately and had not immediately lost all ability to resist.
Thus, looking around.
Across the rapidly disintegrating slabs of land and within the swiftly collapsing great canyons.
Agile figures could be seen darting rapidly through them.
The sight of them borrowing force from chunks of earth and rocks, leaping back and forth.
Made them seem, in a trance, like apes freely leaping and climbing through dense canopies...
Some who possessed the ability to fly simply charged headlong through the hard earth, smashing through every obstacle by brute force.
"Rumble..."
At last, amid the continuing thunderous crashes.
One survivor after another, far stronger than the countless small fry, finally escaped to safety in somewhat bedraggled states and once again turned their gazes toward the gods standing