For a few long seconds, silence ruled the battlefield.
High-ranked Awakeners on the ground, soldiers, nobles in the distant palace, even the operators aboard the Ashford warships—all watched in stunned quiet.
Queen Eliana Cael Ashford stood in the flagship's command room, eyes fixed on the live feed of the crater.
"It seems Yuna has already surpassed her master," she murmured under her breath. "What a monster."
Her gaze followed the arcs of lightning still flickering around the pink-haired woman.
"Her talent, Stormbreaker… being able to manipulate lightning like that—it really does fit her fiery personality."
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Down in the crater, Astaroth was on his hands and knees.
There wasn't a single part of his body that Yuna had not mercilessly pounded. His face was swollen and bloodied, his suit shredded, flesh burned and bruised. Only one black wing remained; the other was nothing but torn flesh and dripping blood.
Still, his body was trying to regenerate.
