The sheer force of the Gate's exhale made air itself into a weapon.
At the centre, closest to the swirling red portal, the underground and ground-level slums known as the Hover took the absolute brunt of the impact.
The tightly packed market stalls and flimsy canvas tents didn't even have a chance to bend before they were entirely erased from existence.
A long row of unlicensed potion merchants took the powerful hit directly. Hundreds of unstable, unverified potions burst open simultaneously on their wooden shelves.
The conflicting magical liquids mixed violently in the air, creating a horrific chain reaction of loud explosions that tore right through the narrow, crowded alleys.
Blasts of green and red fire swallowed entire city blocks. Right next to them, the black market weapon sellers watched in utter horror as their heavy display racks broke apart like a dry branch.
