The battlefield became mostly silent save for the sound of burning debris and the occasional rumble of the manor's crumbling foundation.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, hot sand, and lingering death energy, and even though the battle had seemingly ended, tension still gripped the air tightly.
Kaizer stood amidst the wreckage, his breathing controlled but labored, his ribs protesting with every inhale. The damage was manageable, but the fact that he'd been pushed this far was what gnawed at him the most.
He glanced to the side to see his team approaching, each carrying some slight residue from their own battles. Rina reached him first, her eyes still alight with that abyssal glow, her presence an oppressive weight on the environment.
"Kaizer, are you alright?" she asked, her voice echoing on itself like some demonic entity, a mixture of emotive and deadpan.
Kaizer nodded. "I'll live. Thanks for the help, Rina… and Anir."
