Under the roar of the world, the battlefield lay quiet for a moment. Smoke curled upward from the smoldering crater, and the faint glow of embers illuminated the battered figures at its center.
Colin stood shakily, her body trembling as Milo supported her. Her clothes were torn, reduced to barely enough fabric to cover her modesty. Her skin was marred with burns, her hair singed, but her spirit held firm. Milo's small hands glowed with healing energy, his face etched with worry as he tried to keep her conscious.
"Colin, it's over, just a little more," Milo said, his voice cracking, fearing to waste everything by letting her down now.
In the crater, Eratz and Kaida stood battered but victorious. Kaida's face was a mask of blood, streaked across her face and chin, while Eratz's nose and mouth dripped crimson. Despite their battered state, their eyes burned with an indomitable fire. They turned to each other, their movements quick and sharp.