War God

A mixture of blood and organs flew from Dyon's lips. The crimson mixture was so solid that it could have depicted a massacre on its own.

Still, none of this described the sheer horror of the flames Dyon was enduring. The heat was like nothing he had felt before, even the star they faced to enter this mystical world paled. Although it was true that they never faced that star's true might, Dyon's feelings weren't unwarranted.

Dyon's skin charred black. He felt too weak to even lift his head, too weak to even circulate his energies to block. He withstood the full brunt of the first purgatory, not even receiving the grace of a moment to breathe before a second, larger pillar descended.

Vast expanses of land were laid to waste. Aside from Dyon's practically crippled body, nothing existed besides destroyed forest as far as the eye could see. Even if the foliage didn't directly suffer the impact of the flames, the residual heat was more than enough to incinerate everything to ash.