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Hazy stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the spot where Cain and Captain Ironscale had vanished within the blood-red orb.
The faint shimmer of its residual energy still lingered in the air, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.
The silence that followed was deafening, a sharp contrast to the chaos that had erupted just moments before.
Her mind raced, heart pounding in her chest as she tried to process what had just happened. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of blood and sweat, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating.
Sam stood nearby, his face a mask of regret. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension. "I should've done more," he muttered, his voice thick with guilt.
The memory of Cain fighting with everything he had flashed before his eyes, and Sam cursed himself for not stepping in sooner.