[Samael Ashwood's POV]
I was standing in the pit formed from the aftermath of the battle, feeling the weight of everything that had just transpired. The once mighty sorceress who had manipulated time itself was no more, and the battlefield, now eerily quiet, bore witness to her defeat. I could still feel the remnants of the Soul King's overwhelming power coursing through me, though his presence had faded back into the recesses of my mind.
"Well, that was... something," I muttered, taking in the devastation around me. The ground was scorched and cracked, and the air was thick with the lingering energy of the fight. I felt different, not just stronger, but more aware of the vast potential within me.
