The night was silent, save for the rustling of leaves, as Mira's eyes continued to bore into the spot where the beast had vanished. The monstrous entity had left nothing but confusion, anger, and a lingering threat in its wake. The battlefield, once soaked in gore and chaos, now lay eerily quiet, the remnants of the beasts gone as if they were never there.
Mira's breathing was heavy, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. Rhydian, sensing the change, slowly approached. The rage that had fueled her through the battle began to wane, replaced by concern.
"...Mira?" she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper.
No response came. Mira's gaze remained fixed on the emptiness, her body rigid.
"Mira!" Rhydian snapped, louder this time, her hand reaching to grasp Mira's shoulder.
