[Third Person's POV]
"So, You are only worth this much?" The Sorceress mocked as she stood over the fallen body of Samael Ashwood riddled with injuries, who had no sign of life.
"What did you say before? Ah! yes 'You sure?' my foot."
The sorceress sneered as she kicked Samael's lifeless body, her dark energy swirling around her in triumph. Her monstrous form towered over him, shadowy tendrils flickering ominously in the scorched and ashen battlefield. "Pathetic. You thought you could challenge me? You thought you could protect them?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.
Her eyes glowed as she summoned more dark magic to her hand, preparing to obliterate what little remained of Samael. "Goodbye, Ashwood," she hissed, raising her staff high for the final blow.
