There were no explosions. There were no mountain-tumbling quakes.
The world simply flashed a blinding white glow and then… nothing.
That part of the battlefield was simply gone.
In its place, a massive patch of white had latched onto the world, refusing to heal.
"Haa… Haa… Haa." Elizabeth's breath came in hot and haggard as she surveyed the damage.
None. Not one of the church members had made it out. Even the pope had been erased completely with that part of the world.
Raising her head in exhaustion, her eyes met those twin golden suns that were still looking. Still watching.
"Hehehe… Haa.. how'd I do?" she asked, an exhausted smile on her face.
There was a moment of silence before she heard it…
"Beautiful."
A smile spread on her face as she straightened.
"Alright then. Let's clear out the rest and get Mel before you torch the world," she muttered under her breath before disappearing from the spot.
The battles escalated from there. The coalition was losing numbers fast.
