A MOMENT AGO.
The aftermath of the confrontation between Mila Jack and Thalia Jun with the others was laid bare for the world to acknowledge.
The air sizzled with the cracking intensity of crimson that transfused through the air in a steaming hue.
The earth – what was left of it trembled with a plea. A decree from the suffering it went through by the pools of lava that caked across it.
Flowing like a slow stream, while cooling to a black tar over the corners.
The rain turned to steam in an instant. Forming a canopy of white around what was formerly the Garden Forest.
It hovered over the deserted land, unable to quench the thirst of the land by a long shot.
Instead, it formed muddy, misty white gas that suffused through the air. Spreading like cancer, yet unable to reach the land beneath it.
It simply poured over the edges, into the Academy's walkway.
