User blog comment:The Reptile King/The Battlefield/@comment-27550231-20200511032616/@comment-27950421-20200514183254

I shake my head in dissapsointment as the tiny sun hits the ground and detonates. The blast engulfs the entirety of the battlefield, first with with the flash, buring brighter than a thousand suns, seering retinas, rendering any who saw it blind for the rest of their days.

Then, with the sound, louder than a supernova, turning their ears into a bloody pulp as eardrums are ruptured and everything in their auditory system simply breaks.

Then comes the shockwave, the wall of concussive force liquefying flesh and turning bone to powder, killing everyone before they even registered the blast.

Finally, the heatwave, vaporizng the liquid remains of flesh and melting the powdered bone, leaving nothing behind.

They had believed in each other, but faith means nothing to that which kills gods. Their barrier, their bodies, their hope, all proving to be merely dust in the wind and burnt to embers as I stand alone in a flat plane of molten glass.

I sigh, snapping my fingers, dropping Jorge out of a portal, bringing him back from the dead and leaving him with nothing but the rags of a man who perished without a funeral and no one left to mourn him, "Go home Jorge. You've lead you crusade to its death."