The battlefield had settled into an eerie silence, but its aftermath weighed heavily upon the gathered delegates.
The battle between Aaaninja and Zephyra had been both swift and decisive, leaving a profound impression on those who had witnessed it.
Though the dust had settled, the conversations surrounding the clash were just beginning.
At a different location, where powerful figures from various races had gathered to observe, the dialogue was one of quiet admiration, tempered by an air of solemnity.
The delegates, accustomed to witnessing displays of power, were now reflecting upon the sheer skill and calculated precision they had just observed.
The first delegate, a tall being draped in a dark cloak with intricate patterns, looked towards the others, his tone betraying the respect he felt.
"The grace with which Aaaninja handled that situation, it was almost too easy. Zephyra is no slouch; we all know her prowess. But Aaaninja, he made it look almost effortless"
