The last monster hit the ground burning and did not get back up. The clones were all done with destroying every monster as well,
Silva stood in the middle of it, sword in hand, the black flames still running along the blade, and looked at what remained of the hundred that had come at them. The forest around the clearing was doing its own accounting of the fight, trees burning in clusters, the ground scorched in patterns that mapped every exchange.
His ten clones stood at various points around the clearing, some of them trailing smoke, all of them still.
"Done," one of them said.
Silva exhaled.
"Silva."
Zion's voice carried something in it that made Silva look up before the word had finished.
"Look out, seems the awakened monster is not yet done"
The ground moved.
