BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!!!
An explosion occurred.
It was a concussive, apocalyptic detonation of power that pulverized the remaining foundations of the central throne room into microscopic soot.
The shockwave blasted outward in an expanding, supersonic ring of violent purple flame, shredding the gothic lancet arches, vaporizing the surrounding observation towers, and rolling down the palace walls like a volcanic avalanche.
A gargantuan, blackened mushroom cloud of sulfuric smoke and boiling ash billowed miles into the bruised crimson sky, blotting out the demonic moon entirely.
SHRAAAAK!
At that moment, fox spirit avatar breached the suffocating plume of ash in a desperate, earth-shattering leap.
Its nine titanic, semi-translucent tails thrashed violently through the boiling vapor, parting the smoke like a silk curtain as its crystalline claws tore through empty air.
