The searing heat surging through his entire body came the moment Ian laid eyes on the fortress crumbling into ruin. After letting out a roar that was almost a scream, Ian's head drooped forward.0

"Phew." Yet even in his exhaled sigh, a fiery intensity lingered. The crimson divinity enveloping his body continued to blaze, no longer oppressive but rather a warmth that felt almost refreshing.0

"For the Great Warrior!"0

"The battlefield awaits—"0

The legionnaires' shouts still shook the air, their fervent cries burning hot as they echoed around him. Amid the roars that felt like they were pushing him forward, Ian thought he could hear Kartha's laughter. It was almost as if Karha was asking him if he was satisfied now.1

Yeah. Thanks a damn lot.0

Reaching into his pocket dimension, Ian retrieved a faerie cigarette and placed it between his lips. A flicker of flame ignited in his hand to light it, which he extinguished with a quick flick before it could grow larger. He raised his head as he drew in the smoke, his gaze sweeping over the blazing wreckage of the fortress and the partially collapsed wall in the distance.0

The sight of streaks falling from the sky, painting the heavens in shades of violet, flashed through his mind.0

Summoning a meteor shower, huh?0

Each fragment must not have been too large—if they had been, the destruction would have been far worse. They were likely shards or remnants of celestial bodies pulled from the void, fragments Ian had occasionally glimpsed in his visions.0

Despite this, its impact on the world was comparable to a nuclear bomb. The void spell that had summoned it had been on the verge of transcendence.0

Maybe...0