For a breathless moment, time stood still, the fate of Ironrust and the combatants who clashed within its ruined bounds hanging in the balance. The explosion expanded, engulfing the shattered remnants of the village, before suddenly contracting in upon itself, a singularity of unimaginable power that defied comprehension.
And then, with a final, earth-shattering roar, the pent-up energy erupted outward, a violent burst of pure, unadulterated power that tore through the landscape, reshaping the very foundations of the island. Trees were uprooted, mountains crumbled, and the very sea itself was pushed back by the sheer force of the blast, a testament to the incredible might unleashed by the clashing warriors.
As the dust settled and the echoes of the explosion faded into an eerie silence, the fate of Toga and Shinsui remained uncertain, their forms lost amidst the devastation wrought by their climactic confrontation. Yet, even in the face of such overwhelming destruction, a flicker of hope remained, a faint ember that refused to be extinguished.
"A-arghh..." The soft, agonized groan pierced the eerie silence that had settled over the devastated wasteland. Moments later, a single hand emerged from a dense pile of rubble, followed by the battered form of Toga as he clawed his way out of the debris that had nearly become his grave. "Arghhhh Oowwoow!" The dragon slayer cried out, his gaze falling upon his mangled arm, a distorted and misshapen reminder of what it had once been. Blood flowed freely from countless wounds, cascading down his limb like a crimson waterfall.