Suddenly, a triumphant roar echoed from within the building. The warlord emerged, covered in dust and debris, but seemingly unharmed. He glared at Luna, his rage burning brighter than ever.
"You haven't won yet, human!" he bellowed.
"This is far from over!" Luna declared, her chin held high, a determined glint in her eyes.
"No," she responded, her voice resolute.
"But it will be."
The clash of swords and the crackle of magic filled the air once more, but this time, there was a palpable shift in energy. Hope had taken root in the hearts of the defenders. They had witnessed their Saintess stand against the monstrous warlord, and it fueled their determination to prevail.
