Tatiana and Elda stood silently, watching the monstrous figure disappear into the horizon, its massive form fading into the distant landscape.
The tremors from its footsteps still reverberated through the air, making the ground beneath their feet feel unstable, as though the world itself was holding its breath.
The sunlight began to filter through the dust clouds left in the creature's wake, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the ruined buildings.
"That was quite disappointing… and quite a relief at the same time," Elda said, her voice soft, her expression a peculiar mix of dissatisfaction and gratitude.
Her words mirrored her face—half-smiling, half-frowning. She turned to glance at Tatiana, expecting to see the same conflicting emotions on the princess's face.
And she wasn't wrong.
