The storm had passed, but its presence still lingered in the air like something unwilling to let go.
The battlefield was quiet now.
Too quiet.
Broken branches, scorched earth, and lifeless bodies told the story of what had just taken place. The scent of ash drifted faintly through the forest, mixing with the stillness that followed violence.
Konin stood in the middle of it all.
His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as the last traces of lightning faded beneath his skin. His fingers twitched slightly, as if his body was still trying to understand the power that had just moved through him.
He looked around slowly.
Not with pride.
But with disbelief.
He had survived.
No…
He had ended it.
Behind him, Tracy stood frozen, her heart still racing. Elisabeth and Shalom
