As Anthony vanished, their faintly flickering consciousness dissolved into nothingness.
Donna, Vivian, and Evelyn stood in silent horror, their gazes fixed upon the harrowing scene before them.
The boys lay sprawled across the ground, utterly helpless, their breaths shallow and labored.
Their vital organs, the lungs, heart, and brain, clung to the last threads of life, sustained just enough to keep them breathing.
Evelyn snapped out of her stunned daze, her body moving instinctively as she soared through the air.
The moment her feet touched the battlefield, the acrid stench of burning flesh assaulted her senses, a grim reminder of the devastation around her.
She rushed to the center, where the wounded lay, her movements fluid and purposeful.
With practiced grace, her hands began to weave through the air, her mana flowing in perfect harmony.
Light element particles shimmered, drawn to her call, swirling like radiant embers.
[LightMagic:GraceOf TheWorld]
