The monstrous rampage had taken its toll. With a final, earth-shaking tremor, Gracier, the Crimson Dragon, transformed back into her human form. Her once fiery robes hung in tattered shreds, her once vibrant hair singed and smoldering. She sank to her knees, the remnants of her godly power leaving her body drained and trembling.
Saeko, her azure cloak billowing in the night wind, materialized beside her. Her touch, cool and soothing, settled on Gracier's shoulder. "You did well, Gracier," she said, her voice a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. "Southport is safe for now."
Gracier offered a weak smile, the exhaustion evident on her face.
"Just for now, Saeko," she rasped, her voice hoarse. "The howls… they won't stop."
Saeko nodded, her eyes reflecting the distant glow of the city's smoldering remains.
"No, they won't. We must prepare. Humanity will need all the strength it can muster."
