The disaster that had descended upon the mountain was tearing their home apart from the roots.
The successive explosions left my ears ringing.
Screams and shrieks tore through the gaps between them, and by the time a high-pitched whine had taken over my hearing, the entire area was shrouded in clouds of dust.
Not a single place remained intact.
Even the trees of the once-dense forest had been ripped out by the roots.
Crack, crack—
Between the trunks crying out their death throes, the green remains of wild grass could be seen.
Could this truly be called a man-made disaster?
It seemed more appropriate to describe it as a natural calamity, like a volcanic eruption.
It was difficult to believe that a single human being could wield power on par with the forces of nature itself.
This was probably a catastrophe without precedent in the mountain’s thousands of years of history.
As proof, even Instructor Heo—who had memorized every one of those thousands of years—had gone completely pale.
The muttering stumbling from his lips spoke clearly of his shock.
“N-No…… This can’t…… H-Heavenly Sword Mountain…… our home……!”
He had severed his ties with the secular world and…