Finally, the battlefield was silent, stinking of ichor and fire. The trees, or rather what remained of them, were blackened husks, their twisted forms swaying gently as if sighing in relief that the swarm-beast had finally been defeated.
Smoke curled in lazy spirals, and the air still shimmered with the oppressive heat of Persephone's last spell. For a long moment, none of them spoke, just taking in the moment as they looked around at the charred environment all around them.
Persephone still hovered slightly above the ground, her skeletal wings of black fire spreading their glow across the corpse-strewn clearing. She slowly began to float down towards the ground, her wings of black fire folding into her form and vanishing.
She looked unbothered, her expression as cool as it had been when they began, though her pale cheeks glistened faintly with sweat.
