Gold erupted, and hundreds of apocalyptic locusts were simply erased in their entirety, the golden hero surging up the mountain, each of his steps partially collapsing the ground across multiple kilometers, blasting through several more locusts, and flinging aside concentrated volleys of arrows, the sound of the trumpets became louder and louder with every moment that passed, to the point the ground began to shake intensely.
War surged forward as Conquest fired countless arrows, their respective armies imitating their leaders, the devilish horseman swung his greatsword through the air, with such power that he left an air vacuum in his wake, the winds stirred up were enough alone to render an entire town to nothingness, but Sonnenträger had no need to worry about destruction or the loss of life as this realm was nothing but empty memories, so he could only view the attack from his own, personal perspective, and truly, it was weak.
