At the site of the heavenly beast's explosion, the aftermath was a scene of eerie desolation. The ground bore the marks of the detonation, with scorched earth and blackened trees bearing witness to the ferocity of the event.
Two figures lay amidst the devastation, their bodies charred and blackened as though they had been consumed by the very flames of the heavenly beast.
For a moment, it appeared as though there was no hope for them. The extent of their injuries seemed beyond recovery. Smoke still wafted from their smoldering clothes, and the acrid smell of burnt flesh hung heavy in the air.
But then, as if by some miraculous twist of fate, a transformation began. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the blackened skin began to slough off, revealing fresh, unblemished flesh beneath. It was as though the flames had cleansed them rather than consumed them.