End of the war
Even if Esdras couldn't feel the might of the Master mage Ashran through the Spy eyes, he was convinced by that display of power.
It was something out of the imaginations of most people. A horrific storm, that was the best description of the onslaught of spells that were cast simultaneously to destroy an army entirely.
Stranger still was the fact that the city was completely unharmed by the mini earthquake that was happening right outside the gates, this was unscientific.
Belkazak finally broke out of his earthen prison and roared in rage at his dying army, sparks of lightning flew off his axe and he was propelled in the air as if he was a cannon ball towards the levitating Master mage.
Lightning and storm winds enveloped his form, his power was a sight to behold, the air seemed to cry as his form cut through the distance in a few breaths. From the outside he looked like the manifestation of the rage of nature, here to deliver divine judgment.