For a few seconds, no one moved. The battlefield, which had been filled with roars, explosions, and chaos just moments ago, fell into complete silence, with only the faint sound of burning flames and distant wind remaining.
Isha stood where she was, her breathing steady but slightly heavy. The green blade in her hand dissolved into particles of light, disappearing as if it had never existed.
The team finally reached her.
Pooja arrived first and stopped just a few steps away, her usual fiery confidence gone for once as her eyes scanned Isha from head to toe, checking every injury. "...You're hurt," she said, her voice lower than usual.
Isha glanced at her and gave a small, calm smile. "I'm fine."
"...Liar," Pooja muttered under her breath, but didn't argue further.
Raghav came next, still breathing heavily, his body covered in bruises and blood, leaning slightly on his launcher for support. "...You scared us, Captain."
