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The Elements of Harmony whined, the magic levitating Twilight and her friends. They hummed, as the firing sequence was initiated...

The Elements failed. A massive feedback loop was initiated. In another time and another place, the resultant overload killed the Element Bearers, blowing them into their constituent atoms. But the results this time were dramatically different.

The Harmonic Prism on the Dark Side of the plane shuddered in agony, glowing to an intolerable brightness. The magical turmoil surged through the Machine Layer, the materials of which it was constructed amplifying the wave as it raced outwards.

This, predictably enough, resulted in catastrophe.

Daring Do was at her desk, having fallen asleep while trying to write the latest Daring Do novel. She snored lightly, a look of do-I-look-like-I-care engraved on her features.

The shockwave rumbled through, jolting her out of her slumber. She scrambled frantically out of the chair and got to her feet, the building seeming to sway around her. Then she realized that she hadn't imagined it, as the building slowly settled back to normal.

What in Tartarus just happened?

Whitemane was in the middle of dictating a letter to the Darkstinians when she felt it. Her head snapped up and her eyes widened as she registered the fact that the wave was getting stronger as it approached.

She did not waste time with words. She simply leapt to her hooves and immediately energised the largest shield that she could make, anchoring everything within it.

Then it hit.

The wreckage of a battlefield shuddered, then convulsed. The troops on both sides ducked as the world went mad around them. Trenches collapsed, with ponies trapped inside. The land slumped, pouring into a chasm that glowed with a ruby flame. Screams filled the air, prayers and curses alike drowned out as the land itself screeched in protest.

A village collapsed, the wooden structures falling like matchsticks.

An ocean rippled, then began to boil. A massive column of hot air began to rise, and a spiraling motion began in the air. A Tropical storm began to form, the wind speed picking up rapidly. An aerial structure was battered on the outskirts of the storm, rain lashing against the ancient buildings.

A mountain range groaned audibly, buckling in a weak zone. The mountains there crumbled, a landslide of epic proportions roaring down into the ancient cauldra. Pegasi looked up and took to the air, their eyes filled with terror as the avalanche of destruction hurtled by down beneath them. An even greater landslide came smashing in from the opposite direction, and as the two fronts met, a massive wave of stone and dirt buried everything that they had held dear.

Out in Val Roa, the land rippled like it was an ocean. Ancient structures imploded, and everything that stood further than one moose height tall fell to the ground.