The Stormcrown Basilisk was finally dead, but northern Greyfen would carry the scars of their battle for years.
The ridge where the Commander Beast had established its territory had disappeared beneath an enormous crater, and hundreds of ancient trees lay scattered across the surrounding wilderness.
Rivers of molten stone were gradually cooling inside the trenches left by Sage's Fire Magic, while the remains of shattered Earth Magic formations rose from the devastated landscape like broken fortifications.
More than fifty 4th Order Elite Beasts had participated in the battle, and although some had escaped into the forest, enough corpses remained to make the scale of the confrontation unmistakable.
Sage stood near the Basilisk's enormous body, studying the ruined crystalline crown while the others recovered.
Beneath his feet, however, he could still feel the faint movement of mana flowing toward something much deeper underground.
