First Act 54: The Holy Sword

Siena's eyes widened in disbelief as Elaniel suddenly vanished before her, dissipating like mist in front of her eyes.

The celestial battlefield, once host to a fierce clash, now seemed eerily quiet and empty.

'What happened?' 

Siena wondered, her confusion evident. 

The demonic adversary had vanished without a trace, leaving both her mana senses and physical instincts unable to decipher the nature of Elaniel's sudden disappearance. 

It was as if she had evaporated into thin air.

'Is she dead?' 

Siena contemplated, but after a moment of reflection, she dismissed the thought. 

A master swordswoman like her could discern the difference between a fallen foe and one who had simply eluded capture.

'She got away... Tsk!' Siena grumbled, frustration evident in her voice. 

Despite the searing pain that coursed through her body, she pushed herself to stand.