Amena stood amidst the carnage, surveying the shattered remains of the Strigoi she had annihilated. Their twisted carcasses were strewn across the ground, a grim testament to her precision and lethal efficiency. The area had been evacuated before the battle began, ensuring no civilians were harmed—not that their safety would have concerned her. Her focus was singular, her mission absolute.
She ended her conversation with Carrisa through the communicator, her tone brisk and efficient. The report was simple: Alicarde had relayed crucial information, and the alchemist she had been pursuing was now in the clutches of the Strigoi. The battle in the blizzard hadn't gone unnoticed, and the monstrous creatures had seized the opportunity to claim the alchemist, dragging him into the sewers.