"It's over!"
"We won!"
"Yeah!"
Cheers burst across the battlefield like waves breaking against stone. The cries of victory spread, trembling with disbelief and relief.
After Rucain's death was confirmed, a faint light of hope began to flicker once more within the Resistance ranks. Even when those grotesque crimson giants—monsters born of blood and madness—had appeared under the Vampire Witch's control, they hadn't given up. They fought on, teeth gritted, blades slick with blood and rain.
And finally… one by one, those abominations began to vanish.
Their gaping maws—set grotesquely in their stomachs—opened in voiceless screams. Countless eyes scattered across their bodies rolled back as they let out a haunting cry, their forms collapsing into pools of thick, steaming blood.
"It's… over?" Gruna muttered, clutching her bleeding right arm, her face pale.
"I don't know…" Cedric murmured, scanning the ruined battlefield. "But that's gotta be a good sign."
