Erend, Eccar, and Aesa stood in silence for several seconds. They simply watched the emptying battlefield.
A few minutes before there had been endless movement, noise, and corruption. But now there was only stillness.
Ash drifted lightly across the blackened ground. The blood rain thinned, then stopped entirely within the pale field that still lingered around Khepra-Ankh.
Aesa was the first to speak, her voice quiet with awe.
"That wasn't a spell or an attack, wasn't it?"
Erend nodded slowly. His eyes never left Khepra-Ankh.
"No. It felt like he just spread his authority over the dead souls," Erend said.
"I've fought necromancers, liches, gods, and things pretending to be gods. This is the first time I've seen undead gone without screaming,"Eccar said, then let out a low sigh and rubbing the back of his neck.
Khepra-Ankh turned back toward them as the last traces of his pale Magic receded.
His expression remained calm, almost embarrassed by their attention.
