The thick dust from the devastating combined attack slowly settled, leaving a fog of holy white ash mixed with thick black smoke that drifted slowly throughout the ruined cavern. The dim light from the remaining mana crystals on the walls illuminated a horrifying yet heartbreaking scene. The once-solid cavern floor was now covered in deep cracks, gaping corrosive holes, and pools of thick black blood that still bubbled gently, releasing poisonous bubbles. Holy white ash from Sylvia's flames mixed with corrosive blood, creating a strange layer of smoking sludge that smelled of burnt flesh, rotten blood, and the sharp ozone of lingering lightning. Every breath was painful, as if the lungs were being burned from within.
Mušmaḫḫū was still alive, but only by a thread.
