The air was thick with residual energy, the scent of ozone and damp earth lingering in the aftermath. Shadows clung to the battered battlefield, where the once-monstrous storm had finally dissolved into fragments of lightning and swirling mist. The silence was deafening—a stark contrast to the chaos that had raged moments before.
Terran lowered his Impact Gauntlets slowly, breath ragged but eyes sharp. The silver glow surrounding him dimmed, leaving a faint shimmer over his form. He turned toward the fallen form of the Blood Thunder Witch, who now lay sprawled amidst the wreckage of her storm. Her chest heaved, wounded but alive, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fury and defeat.
Nit's shadow form emerged from the darkness, stepping gracefully over the fractured terrain. She sheathed her shadow blades, offering a nod of respect.
"She's beaten… for now," Nit said softly, her voice carried by the gentle breeze.