The world settled into an eerie calm as the last echoes of thunder faded into the distance.
The sky began to clear, revealing streaks of a starry night.
The air was thick with the scent of rain and scorched earth.
Eratz knelt on one knee in the middle of the ravaged clearing, his body heaving with exhaustion.
His field spell and beastification had dissipated, leaving only faint wisps that flickered around him like dying embers.
He raised his hand toward Raijinara's body.
The bird began to dissolve into streams of light, golden bolts of electricity drawn toward Eratz.
The energy surged toward him, enveloping his outstretched hand in crackling light.
His eyes glowed faintly as the power flowed into him, Raijinara's being absorbed successfully.
Sweat and rain mingled on his skin, tracing paths down his face. His eyes trembled slightly, but a slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
