The entire world was silent as they saw the end of the battle.
Two Presiders had died at the hands of the other.
Mehkhaelos roared at the top of his lungs as his technologies slowly gave out bit by bit, causing pieces of his real, enlarged Throne to appear and crumble.
His real Throne was just as large as that of Fortgleamm, and as the shrinking techs began to lose power, it was all crumbling down.
The massive structures that had once been concealed by the shrinking technologies began to emerge, only to break apart as the systems supporting them failed. Fragments of metal and shattered machinery fell from the sky, creating a terrifying sight for the countless soldiers who had witnessed the battle. The sheer size of the collapsing Throne reminded them of the overwhelming power that had just been unleashed.
Nevertheless, Mehkhaelos hovered up in the sky with the blood of the two Presiders in his hands.
Something had changed in him.
