Eros studied her for a moment before nodding. "Good," he said simply, pushing himself to his feet. "Because the war isn't over yet."
Ahcehera followed his gaze to the battlefield beyond, where the Zerg forces still lingered on the horizon, waiting for their next move. She wiped the last traces of blood from her lips and stood, her legs unsteady but her resolve firm.
Rohzivaan may be gone, but she was still here. And as long as she drew breath, she would fight. Without another word, she turned toward the battlefield, the grief in her heart now tempered by something else.
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The battlefield had gone eerily silent after the last of the Zergs retreated into the smoky remnants of the wasteland. The air was thick with ash, fire-lit clouds hovering low like a curtain drawn over the violence that had just unfolded.
