The bandit leader's lifeless body slumped to the ground, and a quiet stillness settled for just a moment before the true chaos erupted. The Maid hovered above, her once pristine wings now reflecting a cold light, sharp and merciless. Her golden eyes glinted like molten suns, devoid of any hesitation, as she prepared to unleash judgment upon the bandits who had inflicted so much suffering.
With a graceful movement, she raised her hand, and in an instant, dozens of luminous spears materialized around her, floating in perfect symmetry. The spears, forged from pure light, shimmered with deadly intent, each one aimed directly at the heart of the bandits below. She flicked her wrist, and the spears rained down like a storm of retribution.
