The room fell into an eerie silence as the last remnants of Ventus' storm dissipated, leaving only the faint crackling of frostfire in the air. Lumi stood in the center of the battlefield, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The power of the Frostfire still hummed within her, but the intensity of the battle had drained her. She could feel her legs trembling, her muscles aching from the strain of controlling such raw, elemental energy.
Ventus lay crumpled on the floor, his dark cloak torn and tattered, his once-imposing figure now motionless. The swirling winds that had once filled the room had vanished, leaving only a cold, still air in their wake.
Cyana was the first to move. She rushed to Lumi's side, her stormy grey eyes filled with concern as she gently placed a hand on Lumi's arm. "Lumi, are you alright?"
Lumi nodded slowly, though her body still felt heavy from the exertion. "Yeah… I'm okay. Just… tired."
