As the final hours of the war raged on, the fate of the world is left in the hands of the heroes who left to face Malafor; the self proclaimed God of Darkness. Uncertainanty plaugues the people as not only has Malafor reliquished control of his armies, causing them to fragment and discontinue coherent fighting, he prepears to bring an end to the world. The Destroyer inches ever closer to the volcano and there remains little that the people can do but wait and hope. Many of the injuried of the siege of Warfang, now wonder if their suffering and war wasl in vain, some however still hold out hope that maybe Malafor can be stopped, but their nummbers dwindle further and furtheer as the Destoryer looms closer to volcano. Knowing that their is nothing they can do any longer many resolve to spend the end of their days with their families, those who's families survived the three years of war.
Hope drains from the poeple as time wears on, after passiing through the wall of flame no one can even see the Destroyer now, but the suspense and magic in the air is nearly palpalable as the world prepars to rip itself apart. Sudden an explosion of energy originaties from within the wall of flame, the shockwave itself is weak, but everyone knows what it means. The heroes failed, the earth surges, mountains crumble, the seas churns and rage, gaint chasms appear as the earth splits iitself apart. Anyone who still has loved ones says their goodbyes and hopes that thee end of the world will at least be quick and painless.
Only those suisicial enough to remain outside recieved the first light of hope, the magical flames surrounding volcano suddenly go out, the people peer at the strange sight, the world is splitting itself apart, but sudden the apocolyptic flames of Malafor go out? Before anyone could even begen to guess what had just occured, another shockwave comes from the volcano, this one is followed by a expanding dome of light, nearly blinding anyone looking at it, the shockwave knocks out anyone without suffeciant magicial abilities out cold instantly. All of the Guardians were outside keeping watch for whatever may happen, seeing the massive shockwave approching only Cyril was capable of creating a shield of ice around him quickely enough. The wave impacts the shield and shatters it, seding Cyril slinding back a few paces, after recovering from the shockwave Cyril makes certain that those around him survived but many are mearly uncouncess, fearing more shockwaves Cyril quickely flies to the heighest point of the city nearby, the grand city wall, to observe the damage.
Cyril looks around him in shock, the nearby mountains have fallen bellow the city, but they are not alone, the huge fissors in the ground split the world around him, these plates and chunks of rocks float high above and far bellow. Even the city is broken into pieces, even more than it was during the seige, Warfang is split into several peices, with builidngs hanging percarlessly across the gaps. Still shocked Cyril takes a moment to fly to the edge of a nearby plate, looking over the edge next to a crumbling builidng, to his surpsrise strong winds greet him from bellow. Further bellow than even the smallest of fragments is a great calm sea, few waves disturbe it's calm surface except the small pieces of rocks still slinding off the plates. Still staring at the wonders that has taken place bellow him, Cyril hears a strange sound, it sounds like a child crying, remembering his responsiablities as a Guardian Cyril tears his eyes from the marval of a sight to take care of the people after this great calamity.