The battlefield was silent, save for the crackling embers of destruction. The once-mighty beast lay in ruin, its grotesque form torn apart by a relentless bombardment of electromagnetic shells.
Zynaria carefully scanned the area, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the beast. "No life detected within several kilometers," she confirmed, her voice tinged with both satisfaction and disbelief. Even for her, such overwhelming firepower felt… excessive.
A gust of wind kicked up ash and dust as Rex landed atop the creature's remains with his hands on his hips. He let out a low whistle.
"Damn, this thing looks gruesome," he muttered while giving a nearby chunk of flesh a casual kick. It squelched under his boot. "Are you absolutely sure this thing is dead?"
"Affirmative," Zynaria stated, stepping out from the dragon's forehead. "My scanners detect no life in the vicinity except for you and me."
Rex stretched lazily. "Then… what's that?"
