Scarlett stood still for a few seconds after the giant centipede finally stopped moving. The forest around them was completely destroyed.
Trees were broken, the ground was torn apart, and the air still smelled of blood and burned flesh from the explosions and lightning.
The massive corpse of the centipede lay in front of them like a fallen hill, its armored plates cracked and black blood slowly flowing out like a dark river.
The battlefield had suddenly become quiet.
Scarlett slowly turned around and walked toward Amon.
Her long crimson hair moved gently with the cold wind, and her expression, which had been cold and battle-ready just moments ago, softened slightly when she looked at him.
She stopped in front of him and looked him up and down carefully. Checking on him if he was okay or not.
"Are you okay?" she asked calmly.
Amon nodded and gave a small smile. "Yes. I am okay," he said.
