No clouds remained high in the sky. The air was thick with scorching flames and suffocating poisonous gas; the ground shook violently, its terrain utterly destroyed. The entire continent had become like a moldy, wrinkled orange peel, ragged and broken enough to make one's heart tremble.
Thick layers of rock were torn apart, and magma and the stench of sulfur erupted from the underground world, swallowing countless lives.
Great masses of water fell from the sky, smashing peaks and hills and utterly destroying city after city in suddenly unleashed floods.
One Star after another fell from the heights. All the meteors and meteorites surrounding this world had been summoned down from the sky by the forbidden spell Meteor Descent, pouring down upon the earth in a mad torrent. Every instant, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of meteorites crashed down. The ground quivered beneath the terrifying tremors, the sky burned, the seas boiled—everything seemed to have returned to that dreadful age of the war of the Gods.
Hundreds of metallic celestial bodies forged by the Celestial Sprite Clan hung high in the sky, spewing terrifying torrents of searing heat and burning every enemy that dared approach into ash. But there were simply too many enemies surrounding those metallic celestial bodies. The vast population stockpiled by the Hidden World Alliance over countless years was enough to ensure that they could drown these sturdy fortresses of the Celestial Sprite Clan beneath a tide of bodies.
Terrifying, concentrated attacks blanketed those metallic celestial bodies. After the great battle continued for three days, one metallic celestial body finally collapsed completely, followed by the second, the third, the fourth...
The Celestial Sprite Clan did not beg for mercy, nor did they send out cries for help. They merely drove their arcane energy furnaces madly, killing