Saint Realm beings are referred to as mortal gods, and the current scene was a perfect depiction of what true Saints could do. The stories about how Saint Realm beings could level cities, empires, and even a planet regardless of protection were proven right now with Leon's attack.
The title of mortal gods was poetic, dramatic, and a little self-aggrandizing, yet it fit like destiny's own crown.
His latest attack ripped through the landscape in a sweeping arc of annihilation. Stone vaporized. Forests folded like paper swallowed by a furnace and disappeared. The wind froze, the sky froze. Even time ceased. The avatar above behind him also moved, leveling mountains and landscapes.
Ice and snow weren't just solid anymore. They weren't even cold in a way the mind could frame. They were liquid, air, conceptual... states of existence pulled apart and rearranged by a Saint's tantrum. Leon wasn't wielding elements; he was stitching and unstitching the rules that defined those elements.
