AFTERMATH OF SHADOWS
The void was silent. The molten shadows that had once writhen like living serpents now lay shattered, fissures of silver light cracking through the abyss. Lykos and Aria hovered above the fragment, their silver aura burning steadily, no longer a chaotic explosion but a calm, radiant glow—a beacon against the darkness.
Lykos’s chest heaved. Every muscle ached, every heartbeat thundered in his ears, yet he could feel Aria beside him, her presence steady, unwavering. His wolf growled softly—not in anger or fear, but in relief, in the steady rhythm of survival.
“We… we did it,” he whispered, voice hoarse, eyes scanning the fractured abyss. “The fragment… it’s anchored… truly… together.”
Aria’s silver glow pulsed softly, warm and steady. “Yes… we survived… together. Ful
