There was no vegetation or buildings; it seemed as if everything around had been pulverized under the clash of tremendous forces.
On the open ground, there remained only a patch of scorched earth, exuding residual warmth and appearing jet-black.
In the distance, the terrified screams and cries of the town's inhabitants were obscured and blurred, as if isolated by the dense spore-laden purple mist in the air.
Howling ice storms sent shimmering snowflakes of biting frost that melted into tiny droplets before reaching the ground due to the lingering heat in the soil.
This made the surface of the ground appear as if enveloped in a thin layer of mist.
"Howl..."
A deep wolf's howl suddenly rang out.
The creature's body had grown immensely, its semi-transparent silver-white fur lightly swaying, and its agile and slender legs tread upon the ground, condensing ice crystals.
A Winter Wolf, seemingly in a soul state and carrying an elegant posture, floated lightly to its master's side.
