Aftermath l

Gyosu's head hit the ground with a low thud, rolling slightly before coming to a still. His body, lifeless and unmoving, remained suspended in the silence of the battlefield. This time, he was truly dead. 

A hushed breath escaped the lips of those who bore witness. 

"Esther…" 

Hina muttered my name under her breath, her hand clutching her chest as if trying to steady her heart. Beside her, Serina remained motionless, watching in quiet silence as the scene unfolded. 

The other elves—those who had stood in the range of Gyosu's attack, bled, and suffered—stood among the wreckage, their gazes heavy with exhaustion and pain. Some clutched at their wounds, while others leaned on their weapons for support. None spoke at first. 

Then, like a whisper from the heavens, snow slowly began to fall.