The aftermath of the battlefield was a mix of destruction and eerie calm.
The scent of the wet earth combined with the metallic tang of blood, creating a heady atmosphere.
Amelia, Rachel, Emiko, and Yui found themselves in a vulnerable position, kneeling, incapacitated, and defenseless, before the three demon figures: Isola, Ceti, and Merina. Each of them had their sharp gazes on this bunch of defeated Hunters.
Off to the side, the sight of Callisa gleefully playing with the corpses of the fallen Draconians, like a child with dolls, added a grotesque touch to the scene.
Jael, in stark contrast, was the picture of relaxation as he lounged against a tree, his lips curled into a satisfied smile, seemingly unbothered by the carnage that surrounded him while enjoying the scent of the rose in his hand.
Now was as good as any time to heal up.
