Jack turned his red eyes toward Nyx'ira, lightning still crackling across his fingertips. His expression was calm, almost bored, as if killing a Nightmare-class champion was barely worth his attention.
Nyx'ira stood frozen, her shadows coiling tighter around her body. Her void-like eyes flickered between Jack and Vel'thor's corpse.
Then, slowly, she took a step backward.
The armies responded immediately. From both sides, demons began retreating.
Not in panic or chaos. They instinctively retreated.
Warriors backing away while maintaining formation, keeping their weapons ready but lowered.
The Aurion forces moved toward their city on the left, their radiant light dimming to something less aggressive.
The Thal'Gorin mirrored them on the right, shadows withdrawing like a dark tide.
Within moments, the battlefield was nearly empty. Only Nyx'ira remained near Jack, along with two other figures who stepped forward from their respective armies.
