Chapter Title: The Price of Power
The silence of Velkar was oppressive. The ancient city, once alive with the hum of divine energy, now lay dormant, its heartbeat fading with each passing second. Azrael stood at the center of the devastation, his breath ragged, his body bruised and battered from the battle with Velkar. The immense power that had surged through him only moments ago was now draining from his body, leaving him exhausted and hollow.
Quinn hummed softly in his grip, the blade still pulsing with residual void energy. The sword had been with him through every step of this journey, its power growing alongside him, but now, even it seemed subdued, as if the battle had drained it as well. Azrael could feel the weight of its presence, a constant reminder of the cost of their victor
