Explosions kept ripping through the dense forest, echoing with thunderous violence across the valleys and hills.
Shockwaves from giant trees falling and huge chunk of lands tearing tore through the air. Trees shuddered and dust flew up in clouds of ash and splintered bark.
Each blast was followed by silence and then the sharp crack of more Magic igniting in rapid succession.
Rifts hissed and tore shut, their bleeding holes of void energy collapsing in on themselves.
More grey creatures fell, torn apart by fire, lightning, or crushing waves of earth power. Their numbers dwindled fast. Their once-relentless assault scattered like insects being scorchd with fire.
It was impossible not to notice all of that.
The noise carried for miles. Magic vibrated the ground and air. Those closest to the forest, the adventurers and travelers on nearby roads, felt the shift long before they understood it.
