The guttural roar that had torn from Tila's shadow-fused form faded into the void, swallowed by the midnight silence.
The shattered street fell eerily still, a wasteland of cracked asphalt, twisted metal, and pooling oil, the air thick with the stench of scorched earth and the Reaper's obliterated remains.
The towering silhouette that had been Tila and Lila's merged entity collapsed inward, slumping forward with a dull, wet thud against the gore-soaked pavement, the sound echoing like a final heartbeat in the desolate night.
A moment hung heavy, the world holding its breath.
Then, as if an unseen veil had lifted, the writhing shadows cloaking the monstrous figure peeled away, twisting and hissing, dissolving into the darkness like smoke at sunrise.
Two smaller forms emerged in the aftermath—fragile, naked, curled together in a yin-yang spiral of exhaustion and silence.
