As the dust and debris cleared from the last of the clashes, the battlefield was painted in two shades; one was black mixed with green flames, nestling like a swarm of monsters under the lead of the terrifying High-lich, who had just regained the trace of the world energies' power.
The Deathly Hollow looked upon the other side of the battlefield, separated by a massive chasm filled with fluttering silver butterflies that made it look like a paradise, compared to this side, which felt like a hellish land teeming with undead monsters.
Zabiur's gaze sharpened as he peered through the swarm of butterflies.
Heinz, Sophia, and Lucien all had weapons pointed towards the High-Lich, their bloodlust pressing against the army of the dead trying to invade this side of the chasm.
Right behind the three, Axel Nomrad was holding Lumina tightly, who seemed greatly frightened.
