Staring at the dead Emovira, Debro slowly tore his gaze away, his eyes settling on his now bloodied foot. With a single thought, Astra energy pulsed subtly around him, and the blood staining his boots was erased completely, leaving them as pristine as before.
While the Emovira had been capable of fighting above its rank, it had ultimately meant nothing to Debro. He had handled it with nothing but pure physical strength and combat prowess. No Astra energy, no awakened ability, no weapon, nothing but three simple, effortless attacks, and it had all been over before the Emovira could even fully process what was happening.
The Emovira's long-held quest for revenge and vengeance had vanished like a candle caught in a violent windstorm, snuffed out without resistance, without significance.
