Hye didn't hold back. He watched as his grand fleet devastated the region in successive, relentless waves of deadly ordnance.
For half an hour, the sky was a sheet of white light, and the ground was a forge. Finally, he gave the order to cease fire, waiting for the dense, black cloud of smoke to clear.
During that half-hour of carnage, he hadn't been idle. He kept his bone-collecting ability running at maximum capacity, gathering tons of high-grade bones that would have taken him months of grinding back in the universe.
Yet, when the smoke finally cleared, he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air at the level of destruction he had wrought.
"I might have gone a bit too far this time," he muttered.
The ground wasn't just cleared; it was fundamentally altered. There wasn't a single living monster left in the vicinity—even their armoured carcasses had mostly vanished, evaporated by the sheer heat of the bombardment.
