Chapter Title: Echoes of the Gods
The valley was still.
Velkar lay under a blanket of snow, the battlefield now silent except for the soft whisper of wind that carried remnants of the conflict through the desolate streets. Azrael stood at the center of the ruined battlefield, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The void energy had consumed nearly all of his stamina, and his body ached with the toll the battle had taken.
Around him, the bodies of fallen champions lay scattered across the snow, their once-divine armor now dull and lifeless. Seraphon’s body lay closest, his golden spear shattered, and his form crumpled like a broken statue, a testament to the power Azrael had unlocked within himself.
Yet as the last of the void champions crumbled to dust, Azrael knew that t
