The battlefield still echoed with the faint whispers of dark energy as Seren stood in the middle of the ruined clearing. Her breath came in sharp gasps, the exhaustion of the fight evident on her face.
Yet, there was a triumphant gleam in her crimson eyes as she turned to face the others, they all smiled at her in unison, happy for her, although Nysa had her signature indifferent look.
Alera approached first, her shadowy generals, Shadowshed, Dread, and Torment, dissolving into nothingness of the Living Shadows after their pivotal roles in the battle.
The shadows seemed to linger for a moment, as if reluctant to leave their mistress, before vanishing entirely. Alera folded her arms across her chest, her violet eyes glimmering faintly.
