The battlefield had fallen quiet. Broken weapons littered the torn earth as smoke drifted over the palace walls. The first birds dared to return, but nothing could erase the echoes of the night's fury. Selene walked through the outer courtyards, the residual pulse of her Omega energy still thrumming beneath her skin. Orion followed a few steps behind, gold eyes scanning every shadow, every edge of the walls, but there was relief in the set of his shoulders.
The Enforcers were regrouping, tending to minor injuries, checking equipment, and cleaning the battlefield. Even the corrupted First Alpha’s minions, the twisted wolves that had brought ruin, lay still, their chaotic energy finally extinguished.
The air smelled of scorched earth, metal, and the faint trace of ozone that lingered aft
