Even through the Twilight Phoenix's cataclysmic impact that was unlike anything before—a deafening rupture that shook the entire range, rolling like a celestial thunderclap, splitting stone, and sending echoes of destruction through the very bones of the mountain—Northern clearly had heard the system's announcement.
The Calamitous Maelstrom had been slain, burned to crisps.
Of course, under such an attack, it couldn't hope to survive. The sheer force had rippled through the peaks, causing distant cliffs to crack and shatter, avalanches collapsing mid-slide as the heat vaporized them before they touched the ground.
What remained was unrecognizable.
The once-frozen mountain was no more—its glaciers and snowfields reduced to blackened scars of molten rock and obsidian glass.