“Is it really over?” I whisper to myself, my voice barely cutting through the eerie silence that has fallen over the battlefield.
The wind carries the stench of smoke and blood, and I can feel the weight of it in the air, pressing down on me like a heavy cloak. The world has changed. I’ve changed. But somehow, even with the chaos behind me, I can’t shake the feeling that something still lingers in the shadows—something just out of reach, yet undeniably present.
Damian’s presence is a quiet comfort behind me, his towering figure a steady anchor in this sea of destruction. He’s here, just like he promised, standing by my side when no one else would.
I turn to him, my heart still unsettled by everything that’s happened. “Is it really over, Damian?” I repeat, needing him to answer. Not for
