The once serene forest had been reduced to a landscape of devastation. Trees were uprooted and shattered, their branches splintered and scattered across the ground like discarded twigs.
The forest floor was torn asunder, creating a deep and jagged five-meter-deep crater, the very earth itself rent asunder by the sheer force of the battle. Smoke and dust lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of charred wood and the lingering remnants of powerful energies that had clashed violently.
At the center of the desolation lay the lady, her figure sprawled within the depths of the crater. Her appearance was disheveled, her once-immaculate gown torn and tattered.