Victor stood amidst the smoldering ruins of the battlefield, the smell of burnt earth and twisted metal heavy in the air. The village around him, once a peaceful haven, now lay in ruin. Broken walls, shattered houses, and the remains of fallen trees served as grim reminders of the battle he had just fought. The air was still, the usual sounds of birds and animals replaced with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creak of a collapsing structure or the distant wail of survivors.
Victor's body ached, his muscles sore from the toll the battle had taken on him. Blood stained his clothes, and his sword—though still crackling with power—was now heavy in his hand. He had faced the Abyss and won, but at what cost?
