End of the Battle

A similar situation was happening elsewhere on the battlefield. 

There, a vast swath of the sun-bleached bone had been scorched by incinerating flames and turned black. It almost seemed as if it had been on the verge of igniting, angry red sparks and wisps of smoke still escaping from somewhere below. 

The air was heavy with the smell of smoke, and white flames danced here and there on the charred remains of thralls and pilgrims. 

This was where Nephis had fought Seishan, Death Singer, and the five Saints supporting them. 

The battle had been fierce. 

Seishan was powerful, and her power had only grown exponentially on a bloodsoaked battlefield. Death Singer seemed to possess some form of authority over blood, as well, both using it for offense and to boost her sister's already formidable prowess even further. 

The five Saints that had come to join the Queen's daughters were not weak in any way, either.