Silence followed the devastation.
Not the peaceful kind but the stunned quiet that comes after something ancient breaks.
Aurelia lay on the blackened ground, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. Ash drifted through the air like gray snow, settling into the cracks torn through the land. The sky above was bruised purple and gold, split by fading fractures of power that still pulsed weakly before dissolving into nothing.
The Voidborne was gone.
Not destroyed she could feel that truth deep in her bones but forced back, scattered, wounded in a way no one had ever managed before.
Her hands trembled as she pushed herself upright.
Every muscle screamed.
Every nerve burned.
Her core felt hollowed out, scraped raw.
But she was still here.
“Aurelia…”
Kane’s voice reache
