It was not the end of the world, but its destruction.
This statement wasn't an exaggerated metaphor.
At least, for that period of time, the world within the reach of the area-of-effect instant-death magic known as "Banshee Scream" was truly dying.
The gravel floating in the air turned to nothingness and died.
The insects flying about turned to corpses and died.
Even the lifeless air was dying, creating a vacuum zone over two hundred meters in diameter, leaving nothing but the scent of death in this world.
If the battleground had been on the surface, the earth would surely not have escaped the fate of death and would have turned into a desert in the blink of an eye, wouldn't it?
This was a desperate situation where not even inorganic matter could survive, where both life and non-life would perish in an instant.
