Luca lowered his shield and rolled his shoulders to ease the pain.
A meteor had landed directly upon him, but he stood like a monolith, protecting the few people behind him.
With the shield deactivated, the dome disappeared.
Leah and Michael watched the surroundings in horror. It was pure chaos. Fire everywhere. Dead bodies scattered across the burning plain.
Only a couple of dozen people survived the meteor rain.
More than a hundred adventurers died. Umlo and Gregor were among the deceased. Kesha was barely standing. Somehow, she had managed to protect herself, Daerona, and a few other elves.
Even Aramen had made it out alive. Though he was panting slightly. Judging by the red-hot, gleaming edge of his sword, the old man must have cleaved a meteor in two.
"So many… dead." Leah's face paled.
Michael was so shocked that he couldn't even speak. He just stared in horror as tears streaked down his face.
