Muradin beside her had it even worse. Dwarves had no such powerful defenses and relied entirely on the Legendary Armor Set he wore.
His exposed skin turned crimson, like a cooked prawn, and even his beard curled and blackened under the intense thermal radiation.
Queen Ellari, flying at the very front, faced the least danger. Even as she fled, she looked back, wanting to confirm whether the Demon God had been hit.
Until her pale blue eyes, stinging with pain, reflected the "Artificial Sun" that had swallowed the Demon God.
Fear!
For the first time in two thousand years, this long-lived elf felt such pure fear.
It was not fear of power, but awe of some incomprehensible "rule."
She sensed that she could feel nothing in that region. Even the mental power she extended to sense it was swallowed-nothingness.
It was as though space itself no longer existed.
After the light orb expanded, a storm of destruction arrived a few seconds later.
Rumble-!!!
The atmosphere was instantly compressed and shoved outward, forming a solid wall of air that swept in every direction at dozens of times the speed of sound.
Although the three leaders of Terra had already flown a considerable distance, it still caught them. Like kites with snapped strings, they were violently hurled away by that irresistible force.
They tumbled through the air, out of control, until they became three black dots and vanished beyond the horizon.
The battlefield on the ground.
Just seconds earlier, millions of Allied Army soldiers had still been immersed in the warmth and exhilaration brought by the Pope's Holy Light Illumination.
Wounds healed, and stamina recovered.
The warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, flames of vengeance burning in their eyes, ready to launch a countercharge against the remaining Demon Clan troops.