Isolde and Espada stood side by side, their bodies bruised, their breathing ragged from the relentless battle. Yet, despite their exhaustion, they allowed themselves a brief moment of reprieve, sharing a short exchange amidst the crumbling battlefield.
"So, what now?" Espada asked, wiping a streak of blood from her lip with the back of her hand.
Isolde smirked, flexing her fingers. "It is time to look for the others."
As if on cue, a guttural, icy laughter echoed through the battlefield, sending chills down their spines. The two warriors immediately snapped their heads toward the sound. There, sitting leisurely atop a throne made of jagged ice, was Asmodiosis, his demonic form radiating an aura of frost and malice. His piercing blue eyes glowed beneath his horned helm, his body reclined in eerie amusement.
