As the chosen ones stared at the merged water and blood, a sense of unease filled the air. They had thought the battle was over, that they had defeated the Blood Queen. But Benjo's discovery had cast a shadow of doubt.
"Could she still be alive?" Rico asked, voicing the question that was on everyone's mind. But no one had an answer. The Blood Queen's presence was gone, yet her blood remained, a chilling reminder of the fierce battle they had fought.
Marco, ever the voice of reason, tried to reassure them. "We'll figure this out," he said, his gaze steady. "We've faced worse. We can handle this."
But despite his words, the unease lingered. They had won the battle, but had they truly defeated the Blood Queen? Or was this just the calm before another storm?