Right after the system message announcing the surrender of the opposing lord, Selvara, the entire battlefield froze. Completely still.
The rumble of thunder and the crackle of lightning still echoed faintly in the air, but Atlas's spear stopped mid-strike, the lightning around it fading as if its power had been drained away. The massive tornadoes shattered and fell apart, dissolving into heavy rain that poured down upon the silent field.
The deafening chaos of battle, the clashes, the explosions, the shouts, vanished in an instant. The only sound that remained was the metallic clatter of weapons falling to the ground as Selvara's soldiers lowered their arms, their weapons scattering across the wet earth.
