The air was thick with silence, the weight of their victory heavy on Pyro's shoulders. He had won, but it didn't feel like triumph. Gru'mal had been a warrior of honor, not a mindless monster. The respect between them was mutual, and in his heart, Pyro knew this was a victory tinged with loss.
Ashen approached Pyro, his eyes scanning the battlefield. The ground was littered with the fallen, both allies and enemies, but the aura of impending danger still lingered. "We need to move quickly, Pyro. There's no time to rest."
Pyro slowly stood, wincing at the pain in his body. Asura Mode had drained him severely, and his limbs felt like lead. "Yeah... I know. But first..." He glanced down at Gru'mal's massive body, eyes still open but lifeless. With a grunt, Pyro knelt beside the fallen Death Axe Lord and reached out, gently closing his eyes. "Rest well, warrior."
