Death Puppet King II

Roselia turned back, giving Leon a quick nod of thanks before focusing on the remaining mages. With a graceful spin, she delivered a series of swift strikes, her translucent swords leaving trails of radiant light as they cleaved through her enemies.

The last mage collapsed, its puppet body disintegrating into a pile of ash. Roselia took a deep breath, surveying the now-silent battlefield. "All clear," she called out.

Leon, still holding his staff, finished off the last warrior with an Aetheric wave that sent the puppet flying across the room. It shattered on impact, scattering into lifeless fragments. "That was easier than I thought," he said, lowering his staff.

Roselia walked over, her swords still glowing faintly with the residual energy of her attacks. "It's the swords," she said with a small smirk. "They're amazing."

Leon chuckled. "Or maybe it's the swordswoman," he said, giving her an approving nod. "Either way, good job."