The darkness dissipated as swiftly as it had appeared, vanishing into thin air as if it had never existed. The battlefield was once again bathed in the soft light of the moon and stars, the oppressive gloom replaced by a sense of calm serenity.
As the darkness receded, so too did Sophia's lightning bolt vanish into the ether, its crackling energy dissipating into the night sky like wisps of smoke. The heavens remained silent, their celestial fury quelled by the angel's command.
In the wake of the angel's intervention, the battlefield lay still and quiet, the echoes of the recent conflict fading into the night. Sophia stood amidst the aftermath, her breaths ragged and labored as she surveyed the scene before her.
For a moment, there was a sense of peace, a fleeting respite from the chaos that had engulfed them moments before. But Sophia knew that the calm would not last, that the angel's actions were merely a prelude to the storm that loomed on the horizon.
