Freya sat on the ground, staring at the change in geography created by a living being, her head bobbing on her shoulders, forcing her gaze to rest on the frozen ground.
Everyone else, Eryl, Liliana, Marie, Hope Cid, but also Giudecca, the giant wolf and the black knights were on the ground, all intently observing the valley.
Nefertari, her swords on the ground, watched the geographical change, it was faint, but it was possible to see the forest.
She didn't need more to understand the fate of their comrades, and so, her head imitated Freya.
Someone once said that a pseudo-avatar could bear his fangs in a Sin Avatar, but here the general showed the second half of the quote.
No matter how good a sub was, the real deal would always be on another level.
"Alright."
Rhea put away her sword, the remaining warriors of Ambrosia, reduced to Eryl's group, stopped any attempt to fight, the battle was over.
