As they approached the site where the fire had landed, Sato kept his arm securely around Ava's shoulder to steady himself.
In front of them lay Jira, sprawled on the ground and bathed in the red-orange glow of the raging flames that surrounded him. The intense heat emanating from the inferno had caused the nearby rocks to shatter into countless fragments, which now littered the area around Jira's prone body.
Sato's eyes fixed on Jira's motionless form, a sense of unease creeping over him as he wondered if their fight had come at too great a cost.
Ava stood beside him, also gazing at the scene before them, her expression tense with anticipation as they both waited for some sign that Jira had been defeated.
From a distance, a familiar voice boomed, "Master!".
Ava and Sato turned their heads in the direction of the voice and saw Yuri running toward them, tears streaming down her face.