CHAPTER 78 — The Devourer Recoils
The sky screamed.
A raw, primordial sound—like the tearing of a colossal veil—split across the dead zone as Gabriella stood at the center of a widening halo of light.
Silver fire rippled from her skin.
Gold threads spiraled from her spine.
Four distinct auras—storm, fire, earth, and void—wove into an orbit around her, pulsing with a rhythm like a second heartbeat.
The ruins groaned beneath her feet.
The Devourer’s shadow wave—once a monstrous, unstoppable tidal surge of darkness—hung suspended in midair, cracked down the middle like glass straining to break.
And the Devourer himself—
The cloaked figure hovering above the ruins—
the being who had once swallowed whole realms—
had gone still.
Not with victory.
Not with triumph.
But with… disbeli
