The thunderous roar echoed continuously, and the swirling clouds were pierced by dazzling light.
In the forest, beneath the thickets, birds and beasts each curled up, trembling with fear.
Meanwhile, in the villages of the northern border, the trembling villagers prostrated on the ground, praying and worshiping the raging clouds and radiance in the sky, beseeching the deities' wrath not to descend upon them.
The wrath of the deities...
No, more accurately, it should be the mighty force of the God War.
Scarlet, silver, and purple radiance swirled within the clouds continuously, coiling and intertwining.
One chased, two fled, emanating an aura of world-ending destruction and oppression, where only the external divine mighty at these places made all spirits tremble.
Occasionally, divine light broke through the clouds and fell to the ground, instantly severing rivers, collapsing mountains, creating a scene of apocalyptic devastation.
This... is the power of myth.
