Booooooooooommmmmm!
A shockwave of pure magic shot in all directions, various trees, vines and other foliage sprouting in its wake. It was a force that far exceeded that of the Dragon that had taken down the World Tree, that much Jugram was able to tell. The sheer power of the condensed mana sent pulses throughout all of NorthClaw, causing everyone caught in it to take cover or brace for the impact. Even those at the far edges of the now ruined city were forced to halt their movements and hunker down.
Jugram and the group he was currently commanding could only watch as thick plumes of sand, wooden debris, and scattered leaves blew around them. Many individuals had to rely on others in order to keep from being blasted away while other Aramlians dug into the very ground to use as an anchor. Though there had been other pulses of mana before, what with there being such a large scale battle happening on the toppled World Tree, none had come close to matching this.
