Catherine Past VII

Alaric knelt on the blood-soaked ground, his breath ragged, his body trembling from both pain and exhaustion. His right arm was gone, the stump wrapped hastily in torn cloth to stem the bleeding. His once-pristine armor was shattered, barely clinging to his battered form, and his body bore countless wounds—each a reminder of the brutal battle against Pazu.

It had been three days since the formless entity was defeated, but the price of victory weighed heavily on him. He turned his gaze to the field around him, and his expression darkened.

The bodies of five Bloodcrown elders lay lifeless nearby, their once-mighty forms reduced to hollow shells. Each of them had given their all to ensure Pazu's destruction, their sacrifices carved into the very earth. They had been pillars of strength, mentors, and warriors without equal. Now, they were gone.