The battlefield gradually fell into an eerie silence after the last thunderous clash faded away. But this silence was anything but peaceful; it hung heavily in the air, thick with the scent of blood and charred flesh.
The ground still trembled faintly, as if the land itself had yet to recover from the chaos that had just unfolded. Everywhere one looked, there were signs of destruction etched deep into the earth, long, jagged fissures stretched across the prairie like scars left by a furious god, some so deep that darkness swallowed their depths.
Massive craters filled with smoldering ash and glowing embers marked where Sage's spells had struck with overwhelming force. Scattered across this devastated landscape were the shattered remains of green wolf-ants, their massive bodies torn apart, limbs severed and strewn across the ground.
