The atmosphere in City Sven-1 was suffocating. The victory over Gunn barely felt like one. The Elementals remained silent, watching the motionless body of the mutated scorpion as the poison continued to seep through the cracks in the ground, mixing with the dust and debris of the city.

—"We need to act fast before this gets out of hand,"— said Jazz, her tone firm as she watched the green spots beginning to evaporate, releasing an unbearable stench.

Punk, still staggering from the effort, leaned his sword against the ground to stay upright. Saico, beside him, felt the same exhaustion, but something inside him burned. They had survived, but not for long.

—"So what now?"— asked Saico, breaking the silence with a hoarse voice.

Max, his gaze fixed on the horizon, raised his water sword and drove it into the ground. A stream of water flowed through the cracks, attempting to dilute the poison.

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—"Now we clean up this mess,"— he said with determination. —"And we prepare for whatever comes next."—

Jack'O approached, wiping the dirt off his sword.

—"This isn’t over. Gunn was just a pawn. Something bigger is moving these pieces."—

From the outskirts of City Sven-1, at a high point overlooking the city, two figures stood motionless, watching the battlefield. The air around them was thick, charged with palpable tension.

The first figure, tall and slender, had eyes that glowed with an intense brown, almost hypnotic, as if they contained an unknown energy. Beside them, a second silhouette rose, much more robust, and what appeared to be two enormous pincers gleamed under the faint light that managed to escape the clouds of dust.

—"Do you see it?"— murmured the figure with brown eyes, their voice seeming to resonate in the air. —"Even Gunn, with all his power, was defeated."—

The creature beside them, more beast than human, responded with a deep growl, as if Gunn's defeat was little more than a minor inconvenience.

—"Let them enjoy their small victory,"— the first figure continued, with a tone almost mocking. —"This isn’t over. It’s barely the beginning."—

With one last look at the city, both figures disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind an echo of unease that seemed to spread like a cloak over City Sven-1.