The battlefield remained tumultuous following the final collapse of a combatant; rather than quieting, it seemed to resonate with the residual effects of violence. The air was thick with heat and mana, as if the very world struggled to reconcile with the events that had transpired.
The ground resembled a graveyard, littered with shattered armor and severed limbs. The soil had darkened into a viscous crimson mud where blood pooled and spread in slow, heavy currents. At the center of this chaos stood Valeria, motionless, her sword lowered at her side while she maintained controlled and measured breaths.
Surrounding her were the remnants of the 4-Star Master Knights who had charged at her moments earlier; their once-cohesive formation had devolved into scattered corpses.
Their power was extinguished with such clinical precision that the encounter felt less like a battle and more akin to an execution executed by an overwhelming force of nature.
