Her savior in that deadly mission //version 2

The sounds of footsteps echoed in the air, a steady rhythm that gradually pulled Sira from the depths of unconsciousness. 

When she finally managed to open her eyes, the world around her was a haze, and her body felt heavy, unresponsive.

 Despite the grogginess that clung to her senses, Sira forced herself to take in her surroundings.

A few figures moved about, their silhouettes outlined against the backdrop of the battleground. 

Members of her organization, clad in their distinctive attire, were methodically collecting the residual mana from the defeated demon she had valiantly fought against. 

The air was charged with a palpable energy, a testament to the magical aftermath of the confrontation.