The battlefield was eerily silent after the violent clash, the echoes of combat fading into the distance. Ashen stood amidst the remnants of the fight, surveying the carnage. The air was thick with the smell of charred earth and burnt flesh, mingled with the metallic scent of blood. Bodies of defeated enemies lay scattered across the ground, a testament to the sheer power that Ashen had unleashed upon them. The once lush landscape had been transformed into a desolate wasteland, marked by deep scars from elemental forces and the overwhelming wrath of the Elemental Force Wizard.
Ashen's gaze swept over the battlefield, his expression cold and resolute. His heart rate had slowed, the adrenaline of battle subsiding, leaving only a sharp focus. The battle might have been won, but the work was far from complete. Survivors—those who had somehow escaped his wrath—were still out there, and Ashen knew they couldn't be allowed to regroup and counterattack.
