Veronica cast her gaze skyward, her eyes widening at the sight of the crimson heavens ablaze with the fires of destruction. Beside her, Alfred stood tall, his sword at the ready as he surveyed the chaos surrounding them.
"Are you okay, honey?" Alfred's voice cut through the cacophony of battle, his concern evident as he turned to Veronica.
Veronica nodded, her expression grim but determined. "I am, love," she replied, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around them. "I think now we need to move on."
Alfred's gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the devastation wrought by the ongoing conflict. With a firm nod, he issued his command. "Everyone, march on," he declared, his voice ringing out with authority.
