Potted Plant in Hand

Joshua strode forward over one thousand and four hundred meters in the air, with layers of the earth rising by layers, overturning before crashing down.

The forests that had stood for over a thousand years upon those soil were hence instantly crushed and flattened along with innumerable magical beasts, the domain of Chaos that had troubled humans for centuries shattered beneath the wild dance of distorted gravity and becoming nothing.

And as Joshua moved forward, two more figures darted out from the red-black airship that with the crest of a hand holding a blade.

One of the figures was a black-haired girl with sharp draconic horns. She calmly scanned the land below her—the soil was squirming even as dark red bloodstains spread, as if something beneath was trying to struggle and free itself. It could be stalwart beasts that had yet to expire, or perhaps wiggling plant roots.