The silence returned, more final this time. The threat had been eliminated.
The battlefield was littered with the scars of the confrontation—craters in the earth, the faint smell of scorched magic, and the lingering echo of energy that refused to dissipate. Rambo approached, the last traces of the blood bomb's power still fading from his fingertips.
"That was close," Ethan said, wiping blood from the edge of his sword.
"She was stronger than expected, not only were her talents incredibly powerful. Her experience...it was insane. Without the ability to control darkness and light, it would have b been impossible to fool her. Luckily, yin-yang saved me."
...
Ethan approached the fallen Princess. Her ethereal beauty remained intact despite the devastating injuries that had ended their legendary encounter.
The process was activated with a familiar process as he devoured her High-Saint essence that exceeded all previous enhancements by substantial margins.
