The aftermath of the battle left the land in ruins. The once pristine plains were now scarred by the presence of the gods, their wrath twisting the very earth beneath them. The air hung heavy with the scent of sulfur and blood, a testament to the fierce clash that had raged on for so long. The battlefield was littered with the remnants of fallen gods, their forms dissipating into the Veil from which they had emerged.
Zane and Selina stood in the center of it all, their bodies battered and bruised, their swords still gripped tightly in their hands. The weight of their victory pressed down on them, but there was no joy in it—only the quiet realization that the world they had fought for was now on the brink of collapse.
“We did it,” Selina whispered, her voice hoarse. “We stopped them.”
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