The dust of the battlefield began to settle, a heavy silence enveloping the vicinity. Where the colossal Shadowfang once dominated, only its lifeless body now lay.
Mira, panting heavily, dropped to her knees, her grip on the scythe loosening. Sweat and blood mingled on her face, her body screaming in pain from the wounds inflicted by the beast. But amidst the agony, a smile formed on her lips.
They had done it.
Not only had they done it, but she had also succeeded in keeping the mass of energy under control. However, signs of instability were beginning to emerge, and as her strength waned, the situation deteriorated further.
This was, by far, the most difficult battle she's faced to date. She's had some close calls before, but nothing like this. She really thought she might die today.
