The battle III

He turned to Ashina, who had fallen to her knees, clutching her injured arm. He rushed to her side, his heart aching with a mix of relief and guilt.

“Ashina,” he whispered, kneeling beside her. “Are you okay?”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain, but also with a fierce determination. “I’m fine,” she said, though her voice was shaky. “

“That’s it?” Erica asked looking around. “She’s gone?”

As if in answer to her question, the ground beneath ...