Liane's question struck Saphirella. She closed her sapphire eyes, her finger gently rubbed her forehead, as her chest started to tighten. Waves crashing into each other broke her train of thought. The ocean, where countless warriors fought, was dyed red. Only five remained.
Saphirella gazed at the corpses scattered around her, silently drifting in the ocean. Empathy, compassion, love, and sorrow were absent. Instead, a sense of relief filled her. The battle was over. They had survived. And they had emerged victorious.
A soft smile grew on her face, yet the tightness in her chest remained. Pyrena is safe. Her sister doesn't have to worry about the war anymore. Pyrena's voice echoed through her ears, but she couldn't make out the words.
