Weapons of Mass Destruction

Chapter 98: Let the world behold my mana

Before I can say anything else, the gray-haired woman speaks first, “Thank you for everything. Now, please, rest peacefully.”

Then, Ruby vanishes into fine particles.

The world feels like it has stopped. My body turns cold instantly as if someone drained all life out of it. I feel lightheaded, and itʼs as if somethingʼs lodged in my throat.

My mana explodes for a brief moment. It literally explodes, all of it. Yet, a simple glance at the woman in front of me, at her mana, makes me stop.

[FOCUS]

All my emotions are pushed to the back of my mind.

[Focus - lvl 24 > Focus - lvl 25]

[Focus - lvl 25 > Focus - lvl 26]

“Good job holding it back, little pup,” the gray-haired woman looks at me. This time, her face isnʼt the calm mask Iʼm used to. Thereʼs a small, yet noticeable hint of madness in her expression.

Without her even moving her arm, a tear appears in the air and a monster steps through.

[Cinderbear- lvl 60]

As soon as the beast appears, an oppressive aura fills the air. Flames dance across its body, weaving in and out of its gray fur. Its eyes glow like smoldering coals in the dark. A low growl rumbles from its throat, resonating through the air and reverberating deep within.

Before I can react, I see the monster charging at the others while her mana grips me, pushing me through another tear.

From where we stand, atop the cliff, the city sprawls before us. Its towers stand tall and proud, clawing at the sky with smaller homes nestled in their shadows. A thick wall imbued with mana surrounds the city. Despite the distance, the city life stirs a swirl of color against the white stone.

Under the fading sunlight, the city takes on an ethereal glow, magic-infused lights flickering from windows, casting an inviting glow against the twilight. The city is full of life and resonating with magic and stands there, unaware of the impending doom.

“I have killed almost everyone I knew and had some relationship with. My descendants, my disciples, my friends, my grandson Keiron,” her eyes barely show any emotion as she says this. “Itʼs better to put them to rest than... whatever this is.”

The city looks so peaceful as we observe it from a cliff.

“Now I only need you to witness everything. But before that,” she disappears, not using a tear, she just moves that fast. She lands in the middle of the city, creating a crater under her. Her mana explodes, shattering the ground under her feet and I feel multiple monstrously powerful people fight against her. A pillar of orange light quickly turns into a dark cloud.

The sky is still a dark orange, reverberating under the influence of the man named Tristan who is probably hundreds of miles away.

The ground around the distant woman lifts up, spewing more smoke and mana. White and red lightning starts to flicker around the clouds and the ground.

Slowly, the pillar grows, spewing out horrific amounts of mana that send me to my knees. My skin burns from the heat, my brain feels like itʼs about to melt even while my mana continues to try to push back against it.

The monster appears next to me and the pressure on me alleviates.

“Their emperor ran away and one of his paragons died trying to stop me.”

The pillar of light grows even bigger and even while being shielded by her, I feel her mana flaring up.

Suddenly, with a force so immense itʼs almost incomprehensible, her mana explodes. The shockwave ripples outwards, racing towards the city in a blink, reshaping the landscape with every passing second. Buildings donʼt just crumble; they implode, collapsing under the weight of the unleashed power, their sturdy structures folding as easily as paper.

Massive chunks of ground are torn from their roots as though being sucked away by an unseen force. In the aftermath of the mana burst, the city isnʼt just decimated, itʼs erased from existence. Every trace of life, every symbol of civilization, wiped away in an instant.

Accompanying it are sounds of destruction—the groans of twisting metal, the shattering of countless windows, and the devastating crashes of entire structures collapsing. Each sound resonates throughout the now-ruined landscape, marking the cityʼs transition from a vibrant metropolis to a graveyard.

Dust and debris are flung into the air, creating a cloud that blocks out the sun. It spreads, growing until it cloaks the ruined city beneath.

A city housing millions of people is destroyed just like that.