C581 The Aftermath of the Battle!

The pale crimson miasma churned incessantly, creating voracious whirlpools of Soul Power that seemed to consume all in their path. These vortices exerted a formidable pull, engulfing the surrounding clouds as if they were mere wisps of mist.

From a distance, they resembled gaping maws greedily swallowing the clouds.

To the north, a series of radiant streaks zipped across the sky