The forest had gone quiet.
The screams of the Voidborn faded into the stillness, their monstrous forms no longer a threat to Vince. The once chaotic battlefield, filled with the roar of battle, was now eerily silent, save for the crackle of fading embers and the wind whispering through broken trees.
Vince stood tall, his body battered and bloodied. His left arm, now severed at the shoulder, was a painful reminder of the brutal exchange. But he didn't let it show. His stance was unwavering, his gaze locked onto the twins Alaric and Selene now standing before him, visibly beaten but still alive.
For a long moment, there was silence.
Vince's voice cut through the quiet like a knife, cold and measured. "You two... are still breathing."
