Lucien's Wrath
The sky was now filled with vile strikes of lightning bolts. It rained down like hail. At the top of the unmoving and floating mountain-like sacred beast, the eye of the storm hovered like an omen.
A cold gush of wind whistled against the burning trees down below the surface. The boiling swamp had lost all the living things dwelling in it after the meteoric fireballs razed the swamp down. Even the neighboring forests of the south had also long perished after the debris of the battle in the sky.