The explosion ripped through the battlefield, sending shockwaves rippling outwards. Gorgar was thrown backwards, his thick hide scorched and smoking. The Titan's Crucible itself began to destabilize, massive chunks of rock breaking away and falling into the chasms below.
Drakthar, using the chaos as cover, didn't grab Zythera. Instead, he kicked her towards a particularly unstable section of the collapsing ground, a cruel parting gift. "A fitting end," he muttered, before leaping from one crumbling rock to another, prioritizing his own escape. He would use the chaos and the ogre's rage as a distraction, leaving Zythera to her fate. The explosion had bought him time, and that was all that mattered.