In the heart of the lower district, Quintus, the corrupted bishop, unleashed a cataclysmic display of dark energy. His eyes burned with an unholy light as he tapped into the depths of his power. Quintus stretched out his hand, and swirling darkness surged in his palm, crackling with raw, uncontrollable energy.
With an ear-splitting roar, the beam of dark energy spiralled forward, carving a path of devastation through the heart of the lower district. Buildings crumbled like ancient ruins, instantly reduced to piles of rubble and dust. The sheer force of the energy wave sent shockwaves rippling through the streets, shattering windows and shaking the ground.
