The throne room of the Queen's castle was a cavern of ruin, its vastness swallowed by shadows, echoes of violence reverberating through the decayed stone walls.
[You killed a Monster: Card Soldier]
[EXP: 150]
Miles stood amidst the remains of her [Card Soldiers], shattered, defeated fragments of once-towering monstrosities, now reduced to little more than heaps of rust and broken steel with bleeding flesh underneath it. His scythe was slick with the remnants of their destruction, his breath ragged but steady, his mind half-adrift in a sea of memories.
The Last Verse...
The moment the Queen's army had first charged, the scene had turned into a blur of motion and destruction. The [Card Soldiers], once towering and menacing, now lay crumpled beneath Miles' relentless assault. Each cut, each sweep of the scythe, was an automatic reflex, a sharpened instinct, honed by unimaginable battles.
