"Besides," Barid continues, as if Draiss hadn't spoken at all. "This one is going to be good. You've never used one outside of testing, before. I can't imagine why," he says with a cackle, as the constructs begin triggering the final sequence for setting off the bomb.<br/><br/>The explosion of the bomb is almost... underwhelming, compared to the fiery destruction most would expect. In fact, it almost seems to have fizzled out, from an observer's standpoint. What they can't see, though, are the sympathetic waves of magic, radiating out across the plane, synched up to provide a perfect counterpoint to the very nature of the doomed plane itself. It builds slowly, an ever-expanding ball of... nothing, radiating out from the point of explosion, faster and faster, rippling over everything like a massive, hungry way. Entire mountain ranges, undone and dissolved into their basest molecular components, almost instantly. Vast seas, boiled away like a dewdrop in the sunlight. Millions of lives, ended in a heartbeat. Within three minutes, the wave reaches the outer edge of the plane, hungrily grasping at the dark, endless space, that lies between the worlds, as Barid leans forward, eagerly, his eyes glittering, excitedly... before the wave finally exhausts itself, and dissipates, leaving behind a perfect void, where a world teeming with life existed, only minutes ago.<br/><br/>From behind him, Nadriina speaks a few words, softly, in Elven. "Ka l' ral'ans d' natha szithrel sssiksen zhahen ulu b'st wund l' Anulo, nindel orn'la tlu saph l' s'leor d'lil Ultrine Uss— Usstan tlun doera Elghinn, l' sl'erer d' Tresk'rin."