A towering wall of white flame rose like a curtain, obscuring the depths of the desert. The shades in the first line of the battle formation braced as the shockwave of the titanic explosion slammed into them — weakened by the distance it had traveled, it failed to destroy them, only serving to slow them down.
A moment later, the deafening roar of the explosion washed over the Shadow Legion, as well, followed by a wave of unbearable heat and, finally, by a boiling cloud of white sand.
Glass rained from the sky, piercing the ground like shrapnel.
The marching shades endured the calamitous consequences of Changing Star's opening blow, rushing forward in an orderly manner. The Deathless in front of them were in disarray, momentarily weakened by the aftershock of the explosion.
Just before the leading shades clashed with the rearguard of the undead horde, Sunny saw another flash high in the sky above him.
