As she walked back to the fortress, Zena felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She knew that the battle was far from over, but she also knew that she was ready to face whatever lay ahead for the next day of battle to come.

Zena’s heart sank as she surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The once-beautiful beach was now a grim reminder of the brutality of war. The sand was stained with blood and littered with feathers, the remnants of the angel’s wings that had been torn in battle. They scattered the wreckage of destroyed fortifications and the bodies of fallen soldiers throughout the area.

Despite the surrounding devastation, Zena felt a sense of relief that the angels had emerged victorious. But she knew that the battle had taken a toll on both sides. The wounded of one army lay scattered across the beach, while the faces of the fighters on both sides were a mix of hope and nervousness.

Zena watched as the angels moved to help their wounded and clear away the debris. She felt a sense of awe at their discipline and strength, even in the face of such carnage.

As she looked toward the defeated army, Zena could see the fear in their eyes. Some were in a state of rage, eliminating any enemy in sight, while others seemed in shock and disbelief at their defeat.

Zena knew it would take a long time for this beach to recover. The once-lush vegetation was now replaced with rubble, blood, and debris. It was a stark reminder of the toll that war takes on the land and the people who fight on it.

With each passing moment, she felt more and more confident in her abilities, and more and more connected to the surrounding warriors. Despite her efforts, the enemy continued to push forward, their numbers endless. Zena could feel her strength waning, but she refused to give up. She summoned all the energy she could muster and unleashed a powerful blast, striking down several enemy soldiers at once.

The battle continued for what felt like hours, but, the enemy retreated. Zena looked around, taking in the fight's aftermath. They littered the ground with bodies, and the air was still thick with smoke and dust. But through the chaos, Zena could see the faces of her fellow soldiers, tired but victorious.

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And as the battle drew to a close, with the enemy defeated and their troops emerging victorious, Zena felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her. She looked over to Saffron, who was landing near her with a triumphant grin on his face.

“We did it!” he exclaimed, and Zena couldn’t help but smile in response. They had indeed, and together they had proven themselves to be powerful warriors and defenders of their people.

As she walked back to the fortress, Zena felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She knew that the battle was far from over, but she also knew that she was ready to face whatever lay ahead for the next day of battle to come.

Zena’s heart sank as she surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The once-beautiful beach was now a grim reminder of the brutality of war. They stained the sand with blood and littered with feathers, the remnants of the angel’s wings that had been torn in battle. They scattered the wreckage of destroyed fortifications and the bodies of fallen soldiers throughout the area.

Despite the surrounding devastation, Zena felt a sense of relief that the angels had emerged victorious. But she knew that the battle had taken a toll on both sides. The wounded of one army lay scattered across the beach, while the faces of the fighters on both sides were a mix of hope and nervousness.

Zena watched as the angels moved to help their wounded and clear away the debris. She felt a sense of awe at their discipline and strength, even in the face of such carnage.

As she looked toward the defeated army, Zena could see the fear in their eyes. Some were in a state of rage, eliminating any enemy in sight, while others seemed in shock and disbelief at their defeat.

Zena knew it would take a long time for this beach to recover. The once-lush vegetation was now replaced with rubble, blood, and debris. It was a stark reminder of the toll that war takes on the land and the people who fight on it.

Zena was determined to honor their memory and continue fighting until the day when their people could live in peace. As she entered the fortress, they greeted her with cheers and applause from her comrades.

As the next day approached, Zena knew she needed to eat and rest to regain her strength. She made her way to the mess hall in search of food, hoping to glimpse Saffron and talk to him before getting some rest.