The entire landscape had been utterly annihilated. It was reduced to a scorched wasteland of blackened earth, twisted metal, and rising smoke that blotted out the sky.
The once-proud soldiers who had marched in with confidence and fire in their eyes were now nothing but screaming wrecks. They thrashed violently on the ground, clutching at their burning bodies as the hellish flames tore through them. Their agonized cries echoed across the battlefield. Not even their specialized military uniforms—likely engineered with cutting-edge materials to resist both intense heat and deadly projectiles—could hold up against the power of that nuclear-level magic. It incinerated everything.
Even the tanks—those mechanical titans, symbols of dominance and war—had not been spared. They now sat in grotesque heaps of molten steel, their once-unstoppable forms torn apart and left to rot in the inferno's wake.
