War Part Thirteen

Serilda, once a proud knight commander, now lay broken, fingers twitching uselessly. She clenched her teeth, struggling to form words, but in the end, her pride crumbled.

"W-We yield…" she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible. "We… can't win."

They lay there, their strength drained, their spirit shattered. The two warriors now reduced to nothing but battered, bloodied figures begging for mercy.

And still—Utilia did not stop.

"Surrender?" she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Unfortunately the emperor didn't tell me to take in any captives." 

BOOM!

She struck again, and again, and again. Each impact drove their bodies deeper into the crater forming beneath them, the battlefield becoming an unrecognizable ruin of shattered rocks and blood-soaked earth.

The once-flat terrain now had trenches carved from sheer force, the ground itself reshaped by her fury.