The clangour of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed; silence lay on the blood-stained sand. The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. Their corpses lay among the barren wastelands. The clouds were still pouring down rain and the wind still blew as harshly as before. Among the victors, a single man stood out, covered in the blood of his enemies with dual guns tightly gripped in his hands. He looked up to let the rain cleanse his bloodied face, it was Arnold.
After fighting for hours, he finally had some peace. Although he had won the battle, he had to pay a price, most of his summons were destroyed and Alice was among them. Since the healer was gone he had to put extra effort to end the battle, because of which he ended up drying his mana almost completely, but regardless of that, it was finally over.
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