After the extremely intense and exhausting battle, the sudden silence that enveloped the dimensional rift felt almost unreal. The air, which had previously been filled with the roar of sharp winds like thousands of knives, the constant rumbling of thunder, and the soul-shaking roars of the primordial creature, was now only filled with the heavy, tired breathing of the six women. The thick black-golden energy mist gradually thinned, like silk torn by time. The last energy shards from Umū Dabrūtu's body floated slowly in the air, sparkling like dying stars before finally disappearing completely into small particles that faded into the endless dimensional darkness. No corpse remained, no giant carcass to be utilized. Only a faint breeze still blew gently, carrying a sharp ozone scent mixed with the smell of wet earth and the slowly fading primordial mana vibrations. It was as if the storm guardian's spirit had returned to its original realm after its crushing defeat.
