Kapitel 845: Jordan's Attack

That was a nasty day, the sky turned red as people prayed to the gods, magic, and the world itself. The horrid heat burned and the light flashed behind the mountains with such force that the shadows themselves ran away.

Those who dared look lost their sight for an hour, and the fine hair on our bodies burned alongside the horses' hay. Till now, my skin still burns from the heat.

The ground quaked as a large wall flew from behind the mountains toward up, ripping the ground to shreds. We saw our death coming; we thought it was the end. People started crying, praying, and begging for their lives as we saw the trees of the distant forest get pulled from the ground like grass eaten by a calf.

Our wizards panicked, none of them knew how to act. They all curled and covered themselves in glass-like magic, crying to the goddess of magic.