The flames of war, once roaring with ferocity, gradually waned. While a resilient few continued their struggle, the prevailing consensus among both sides acknowledged the imminent demise of those who resisted the overwhelming might of the Mystic Lotus Sect's disciples.
As three hours elapsed, an eerie quiet descended upon the war-torn landscape, as if the very air held its breath in the aftermath of the tumultuous clash.
The survivors, still standing amidst the lingering echoes of combat, were not engaged in mourning for their fallen comrades.
Instead, a collective shock permeated the air, a palpable acknowledgment of the sheer magnitude of bloodshed that had transpired in the span of a single day.
The battlefield, once a chaotic theater of violence, now lay in a temporary stillness, bearing witness to the aftermath of a conflict that had reshaped the destinies of all involved.
