[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Outskirts]
"Ascending to the spiritual plane to escape, huh?"
Mikoto stared ahead at nothing but the immense destruction he had caused.
There was no immediate response to his own observation. He simply stood there, small against the scale of what surrounded him; his sabatons were still planted on the remaining patch of ground. His red eyes were fixed on the destruction, trying to determine exactly where the consequences of his actions had stopped.
The answer was not reassuring.
The wide, gaping hole stretched far and wide beneath him. Its edges had been torn apart rather than cleanly broken, the earth displaced and cracked in every direction. What remained of the surrounding forest had been flattened, burned, frozen, or simply erased. Chunks of stone lay scattered across the destroyed landscape, some half-buried, others resting at odd angles where the force of the attacks had thrown them.
