The battlefield was a scene of utter devastation.
Bodies lay scattered across the plains and smoke rose from craters left by meteors and lightning strikes.
The ground was churned into mud and blood, with the occasional flicker of dying flames still licking at the grass.
Standing amidst the ruined battlefield, Brandon slowly raised the silver blade.
With a sharp flick of his wrist, he slashed the air, sending a spray of red blood flying off the edge.
Behind him, Scylla, Camille, and Lisette stood in silence.
Brandon opened a small dimensional rift beside him and slid the silver blade into it.
"Now, no one will know that I can use ether."
Camille stepped forward, holding the severed head of the Nubines Commander by the hair.
She knelt respectfully and placed it on the ground in front of Brandon.
"Master, here it is,"
Scylla stretched her arms high above her head, rolling her shoulders with a satisfied groan.
