Aftermath
If someone were to enter the simulation, they might assume a battle between two warships had occurred, judging by the extensive damage visible across the landscape. The ground was riddled with craters, some filled with water and others with lava. The vegetation that once thrived there was now entirely gone—either obliterated during the attacks or wiped out by their aftermath.
Aron stood with his hands on his knees, his chest rising and falling heavily as if he had just finished an intense workout. His entire body was drenched in sweat, but beyond that, there was no visible evidence of the chaos that had unfolded—no scratches, no injuries. It seemed almost unbelievable that he had been a key player in the destruction surrounding him.