Chapter 52: The Eastern Empire 8
(Third Person POV)
Everyone in the Arena stared at the unfolding scene with astonishment and shock, their breaths held and eyes wide with terror.
Suddenly, Elena dispelled the thick black barrier that had surrounded them—a barrier that felt like a curtain separating them from another world, one filled with ruin and violence.
As the barrier faded, the full extent of the destruction was revealed. The ground was torn apart, debris scattered in every direction, and the once-standing buildings had collapsed into heaps of rubble. The place was now unrecognizable.
Orlax stepped forward, his pace steady and confident, ignoring the stunned gazes around him. Elena followed in silence, her eyes watchful as they trailed behind him.
"Did you use your [Right]?"
Elena asked in her usual calm tone.
"Yes,"
Orlax replied, his voice cold as ice, devoid of emotion. At the same time, he began to spread his magical sense around, as if searching with unseen eyes for any lingering unnatural presence.
"Hmm, it’ll take a while to recover after that attack."
"Probably about two weeks."