The battle had died down, the smouldering and demolished city had grown much quieter, only a single of the giant restless was still lumbering around, some sort of bear-bodied anteater that was missing half of its ten legs, currently, it stood upward with its highest remaining limbs spread outward, as though establishing dominance over the battlefield for being the only big guy still standing.
Quite a few restless were still moving around, searching the bloody swamps and crackling craters for any living that still dared to breathe and gathering the bones of their fallen fellows.
Up on the roof of the main building, which had collapsed in many areas, two figures were still standing a distance from one another, both covered in blood far beyond what should be possible, one garbed in robes stained red, and the other, in robes stained blue.
