The ground beneath their feet trembled violently.
"It seems this really is a solution." Ian stared at the enormous Helpo in the distance. He saw the terror on Helpo's face, and the speculation in his heart had received definite confirmation.
Catalyzed by Ian's magic, Mount Vesuvius was like an ancient beast awakened from slumber, letting out an earth-shaking roar as it prepared to devour everything in its path.
The power it had accumulated for countless years was completely unleashed at this moment.
Its eruption was like the arrival of doomsday. Billowing black smoke carried blazing lava as it burst from the crater with overwhelming force, dyeing the entire sky a strange blood-red.
Thick volcanic ash still glowing with fire swept through the air. The pungent stench of sulfur and the scorching breath of molten rock filled every breath, each inhalation seeming to scorch their lungs.
Even the sunlight was blocked by the dense volcanic ash.
"This... this is the end of the world!"
Lava surged like countless black dragons spiraling upward. The priests beside Ian had long since collapsed to the ground in terror. They had never imagined they would face such a horrifying natural disaster.
Faced with the unstoppable torrent of lava rushing toward them, every priest seemed to have completely lost the ability to think. They had even lost the courage to pray to the gods.
"This... this is divine punishment!"
Of course.
There were also older wizards who collapsed in despair and laughed bitterly.
More people stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the reddening sky as though they had lost the ability to think. Even those wizards who usually considered themselves above the ordinary now felt their own insignificance. Their magic seemed utterly trivial before this natural disaster.
They had even lost the courage to beg