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The world trembled.
Mountains cracked and crumbled into dust, their stone peaks reduced to mere rubble as the land convulsed beneath the weight of the distant battles. Formations now tumbled, the air was thick with dust and debri.
And yet Lucinda walked forward, her stride calm, her eyes dull as she drifted through the barren expanse. She did not flinch at the quaking ground beneath her sabatons. She did not turn back to witness the obliteration of the landscape behind her.
She merely sighed.
This was, without a doubt, the most destructive Festival yet.
Her gaze lifted to the skies—where fractured heavens split open, wounds torn into existence by the sheer scale of power unleashed across. Torrents of energy and mana clashed above, this was beyond mortal warfare.
Lucinda's expression remained unreadable.
