The battlefield had descended into an eerie silence, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded.
The ground lay in ruins, deep cracks spiderwebbing across the prairie, while scorched patches blackened by fire stood alongside gashes as if carved by invisible blades.
Faint arcs of lightning flickered intermittently before dissipating into the air. The heavy scent of burnt flesh mingled with something sharp and metallic, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Scattered around were broken limbs, green blood, and the shattered remains of wolf-ant beasts, transforming the area into a gruesome war zone. The Adventurers could only stand at a distance, wide-eyed and breathless, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed.
Their gazes gradually shifted toward the center of it all, where Sage stood alone against the last two remaining Elite beasts.
