Even the Throne was ripped. The chaotic light destroyed everything in this ball, even the things that were made from the hardest material in the entire world.
The destructive force spared no corner of the realm, reducing everything to rubble and shattering the grandeur. In the wake of this devastation, hope seemed like a fleeting memory. It was as if this was going to destroy everything in its path.
After almost half an hour, the Goddess of Light finally calmed down, convinced that this was enough. She even felt that her attack had probably reduced the Lord of Upper Realm to ashes, but she also knew that the chances were low.
And the Lord of Upper Realm controlled the space, which allowed him to shift himself to an alternate space, protecting himself. Karyk had supposed to have nothing like that.