Destruction destruction destruction
Guillever stood at the balcony of the tower, watching the distant lands crumble and roll aside as storms clashed against each other.
The Empire shuddered with the destruction ravaging the far reaches—earthquakes racing across the land. Every shockwave swept over to this side, shattering fragile things.
At one point, the ground had suddenly cleaved from that distant place all the way to here and to the ocean. People tumbled into the gaping hole, yet the Knights and civilians helped each other, so the damage was nothing compared to that of the flood.
Perhaps the people of Luinngard had learned a vital lesson from the flood. Now that this devastation was unfolding, they worked together.
But Guillever knew this was nothing like the flood. There was a presence in that clashing storm that, in his entire goddamn life, he had never felt.
