Ragna brought his hand down.
The mini sun came with it, and the air itself seemed to rip apart as it traveled, space folding and tearing in its path. It slammed into the crater where Silva lay, and a massive explosion of light swallowed everything. The ground shook, and the shockwave rolled outward for miles, turning stone to crystal as it went.
The light was too bright to look at, and then it faded.
Ragnar floated above the ruin, his arms lowered. A huge dome of rock and crystal now covered the crater, glittering and still. He watched it for a few seconds, his eyes calm.
'That should be enough for him.'
He was about to turn away when the dome cracked.
CRACK!
