Clio, once a formidable figure, now appeared fragile and broken. Her golden fur, usually vibrant, was matted with blood, and the intricate tattoos across her body seemed to lose their luster. The godlike jackal's eyes, typically sharp and alert, were dimmed with exhaustion and pain. The air around her carried the weight of her injuries, creating an atmosphere of somber vulnerability.
Electra rushed to Clio's side, her heart sinking at the sight of the once-mighty jackal in such a state. Clio's breathing was labored, and her chest heaved with each painful gasp. The wounds that marred her divine form were evident β deep cuts and burns that told the tale of a fierce battle against overwhelming odds.
