A moment after the detonation, the shockwave slowly arrived.
From high above, Theus saw the air compress, then erupt into enormous ripples that slowly plowed across the entire battlefield, turning everything that could move into something that could not.
It looked slow from his god's-eye view, but for the Fishmen nearby, it was instantaneous—they were vaporized outright. Those farther away only felt the air suddenly solidify into a wall that crushed toward them.
As the shockwave advanced, the battlefield was swept clean. Countless Fishmen were hurled into the air, carried by the blast and flung in every direction, smashing into the fortress.
Before long, the fortress looked as though it had been given a fresh coat of paint, covered in a thick layer of blood and flesh.
A grenade contained roughly fifty grams of explosive, enough to easily kill a small cluster of enemies. At one kilogram, it could destroy an ordinary reinforced-concrete house.
The bomb dropped by the airship weighed two hundred kilograms.
Never before had a bomb of such yield been used on the battlefield. The Faithguard Army witnessed a sight they would never forget: those grotesque, twisted monsters—whether Fishmen only slightly taller than humans or arm-like creatures several stories high—vanished equally beneath the bomb's light.
Many were temporarily blinded by the dazzling flash. At that moment, all they could see was that immense brightness—and their hearts were the same. The scene of that unstoppable explosion was deeply carved into their souls.
At the Eastern Test Site several kilometers away, the members of Moth Chasing Flame, Chloe, Nini, and the others were also struck speechless.
They saw the fireball of the explosion with their own eyes. Only seven or eight seconds later did the blast reach their ears, followed by the shockwave. By the time it reached them,