In the wake of the overwhelming victory, a profound calm settled over the island. The blood-red sea, once tumultuous and threatening, now mirrored the tranquil sky above. The alabaster moon hung in the heavens, casting its serene glow upon the battlefield that had borne witness to a clash of otherworldly proportions.
Astra and Nell, their figures outlined by the residual energies of the battlefield, exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. The battle against the Angel of Summoning had been won, and the island stood as a nexus of celestial and elemental energies, forever altered by the convergence of realms and the power unleashed in their quest to protect the overworld.
