The entire garuda territory was collapsing—crumbling piece by piece with the fading life of the Master of the Sky.
From a distance, the scene appeared more like a giant Lego structure coming apart, with blocks after blocks falling from the sky akin to a meteor shower. It felt almost monumental, compelling one to just stop whatever they were doing and stare in rapture.
However, only those who were there to experience it themselves knew how dreadful, how frightening it was to lose the ground beneath their feet within the span of a breath.
It was like doomsday was upon them.
Roads, houses, people, animals—none of them were spared. Even the garudas, with their ability to maneuver through the sky, was caught off guard and hit by the collapsing cliffs and buildings, only to be buried underneath forevermore. Screams and shrill cries for help reverberated through the air, sounding almost like a symphony of tormented souls from the deepest pit of Hell.