White steam spurted in sharp, whistling sounds. Then something manifested ten meters above the Saintess, a massive shadow emerged in the dark, illusory sky—an illusionary cannon tower that was at least tens of meters tall followed an invisible trajectory as it streaked across the night sky. Magical radiance flashed and three rotating magical rituals shone by the empty cannon muzzle. An unprecedented, powerful force coalesced into a strength of mass destruction.
The brilliance blasted and twisted the night sky, engulfing the creatures that were as small as ants. Then, an enormous whirlpool appeared in the punctured ground with radiances from lightning and flame merging together. The sharp sound of wind reached its peak as though signifying the start and end of the destruction.
The others opened their mouths agape in front of the majestic scene of destruction.