Echoes of the Broken Sanctuary
The silence after the battle was thick, almost suffocating. Dust hung in the air like mist, catching the faint glimmers of light that still lingered around the shattered altar.
Aelir staggered back a step, feeling the last dregs of magic fade from their fingertips. The First Memory still hummed faintly inside them — a reminder of the ancient forces they had dared to call upon.
Lira lowered her sword slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes swept the chamber, wary of another attack, but the darkness was retreating, seeping into the cracks of the broken stones.
“It’s… over?” she said, her voice hoarse with disbelief.
“For now,” Aelir answered, but even as they spoke, a deep unease stirred in their chest. The Dominion’s legacy was too vast, too o
