Ten days later.
What was once the vast, prosperous capital of the Dark Destroyer Kingdom was now devoid of any building that was more than thirty meters in size. Within the packed rubbles of intersecting Flame Burrows, who knew how many Acraepoid bodies were buried within the debris?
Crunch, crunch, crunch…
The ruins became a paradise for the sorcerers' soul slaves. They were rolling around lazily, eating up anything they came across that were not sorcerers.
Occasionally, shadows of voidships would pass by as if they were preparing to launch the next wave of attack in their quest of spreading the Sorcerer's Will into each corner of this world, obliterating any signs of civilization that the Acraepoids had taken ages to accomplish.
Roar…
Some of the Bright Sorcerers would summon their own soul slave legion and fly up into the sky, accompanied by their roars and growls.