After an indeterminate amount of time, the raging flames that had vandalized a corner of the palace and left it in ruins finally began to extinguish gradually.
The once chaotic corridor had been thoroughly turned to rubble, collapsing onto the scorched earth, resembling the aftermath of a disaster.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!"
Amidst the debris wrapped in flames stood Gawain, his figure swollen into that of a giant, bloodied all over, with bloodshot eyes and an aura of extreme danger. His roars transformed into a storm, assaulting in all directions.
Above this field of ruins, a few scattered figures lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Uh..."
Tristan struggled arduously to stand up, attempting again and again but never managing to do so.
The fairy girl's princess-like gown had been completely burned away, revealing her unexpectedly graceful body to the air. Her fair skin was now blackened, clearly having been caught in Gawain's attack, and she had suffered severe injuries.
