Gistella panted heavily, pushing herself to save the two innocent Elves from earlier.
But she stopped mid-way when the ground underneath her feet trembled.
Another explosion resounded in the distance, it wasn't as powerful as the one from the main beast core earlier, but strong enough to tremble the ground underneath her feet. It was very close too, half a mile at best.
She crouched down to protect her wounded torso as the shockwave blew past her.
A sharp whistling wind that fluttered the leaves and cracked the trees.
Recovering from the blast, she raised her gaze and continued onward.
It took a painful ten minutes, for her—to reach the center of the explosion, and when she did, she could only turn her gaze away. As expected, both Elves came back when at the sound of the first explosion.
However, along the way, the black lioness' head containing the small fragment exploded.