A long period of time had passed, and the final Hollowed One finally collapsed with a screeching howl, its chest caving in beneath a crimson-flamed strike from Albedo's fist.
Its body writhed for only a moment before dissolving into ash, leaving nothing but a black scorch mark on the blood-stained cobblestones.
Albedo exhaled through his nose, his breath misting faintly in the night air. The echo of battle still clung to the streets, the distant shrieks of dying Hollowed, the heavy panting of exhausted students who had joined the fight, and the lingering stench of ichor burning in the lamplight.
Morgana stood nearby, shadows still coiled like serpents around her feet, her obsidian eyes glimmering faint red. Sweat dampened her hair, but her grin hadn't faltered once during the fight. Her fingers twitched faintly, her Gift hungering for more blood to spill.
