"Boom!"
A thunderous sound of collapsing stone.
Outside the ruins.
The stone creatures that crawled up from the scorched earth collapsed with a crash, kicking up a huge plume of smoke and sparks.
"Is it over? Have they fallen?" asked a centaur covered in burns, kneeling weakly on the ground, voice frail.
Clearly, he had been fighting these stone monsters before.
The surrounding centaurs were all injured.
Andrew came over, clutching his shoulder, scraped the ground with a hoof where the enemy lay shattered into a heap of stones.
The stones scattered on the ground didn't make any response, and if not for the recent battle, he would have thought they were just a heap of ordinary black stones.
Only after confirming everything had collapsed did he breathe a sigh of relief and nodded: "They've fallen, the battle under the ruins should have ended."
As he said this, he spread his hands, feeling the surrounding environment: "The temperature in the air has dropped."
