As the dust settled around the defeated demon, the battlefield was enveloped in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint echoes of Paul's subordinates' applause and cheers.
The savior of the world had proven his worth once again.
Paul stood amidst the wreckage, his grand hammer still glowing with the residual energy of the battle. He looked around at the faces of his loyal team leaders—Nye, Lisa, Tia, and Luke. Each of them wore expressions of awe and admiration, their faith in their leader reaffirmed.
Nye, still manipulating time, began to restore the flow of seconds and minutes around them, allowing the world to return to its normal pace. Lisa's energy constructs dissipated, leaving the battlefield cleansed of demonic remnants.
