… it stopped.
It stopped. The force to eradicate not just a city but to make the entirety of smaller countries completely uninhabitable, it just stopped. Energy condensed in its purest form, a small sun in the middle of the arena, now surrounded by a dome of silver energy. How would one just stop this?
"There is no need to fear anything!" the deep voice boomed through the stadium with relentless conviction; "As long as I am here!" John turned to see the form of everyone's saviour. He was tall, immensely so, muscle-bound arms reaching out of a white toga. His brown-haired head was crowned with an olive branch, and his middle-aged face burst with vitality and rage.
His left hand glowed with the silver of the full moon while his right was engulfed in the golden blazing of the sun. Sol and Luna also followed behind him, on their respective sides, all three of them working the magic that worked this miracle.