The massive magic circle floating high above was eerily similar to the one that had summoned the meteor earlier. Its glow cast an oppressive light over the city and the battlefield, stretching across the horizon.
It was a sight that made hearts feel as if they had stopped beating, an oppressive weight pulling at their very souls. The sheer magnitude of it, paired with the lingering destruction below, seemed to snuff out any remaining hope.
What about the city's remaining inhabitants? Were there any survivors left, or had the destruction claimed them all?
On the battlefield, the panic was so real, though it felt different now—less frantic, more drained. People moved sluggishly, their energy spent, their spirits shattered. Some didn't even react to the looming threat, perhaps too exhausted to muster fear.