CRAAAACK!
The ice directly beneath Caelid's boots simply stopped existing, a perfect circle of nothing spreading outward from where he stood, the frozen battlefield dissolving into fine particles that scattered sideways in the shockwave of his presence, finally, fully releasing.
Six wings snapped open behind him.
FWOOOOOM!
The air displacement alone hit Aestrea like a wall, sliding him two feet backward across the ice despite his planted feet.
'...Yep. Time to run.'
His divine energy flooded into his legs and launched him skyward a half-second before Caelid's fist came down onto the exact spot where he'd been standing.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The ground where Aestrea had spent the last several hours fighting simply ceased to exist.
The entire frozen battlefield, the bodies, the wings, the gold-stained ice, the residue of the seventh move, all of it, dropped away into a crater of absolute destruction that went down further than light reached.
