The wind storm continued its rampage, tearing into the beast's body with relentless fury. In mere moments, the once-terrifying creature was reduced to a mangled mass of black flesh and fur.
With a final, earth-shaking crash, what remained of the monster fell to the ground and began to dissolve into a mist of black particles.
A brief lull of silence fell over the battlefield as the five mages caught their breath. The tension slowly began to ease from their bodies as the reality of their victory sank in. The air, which had been thick with magical energy and the threat of death, gradually began to clear.
Lyra was the first to break the silence, her radiant smile somehow outshining even the lingering glow of her starlight magic.
"Amazing work, everyone," she said proudly, looking around at her companions. Her voice carried a warmth that seemed to lift the spirits of those around her. "That could've been far more troublesome."
