The light of dawn finally pierced the sky, breaking through the darkness as the red vortex and swirling clouds faded into nothingness. The long, harrowing night had come to an end.
Erend stood there with his aching body, covered in bruises, cuts, and dirt. His scales are gone now. He was staring at what remained of the Great Calamity. A foul, bubbling pool of black liquid that reeked of rot and decay.
The stench was unbearable, but it wasn't just the smell that pressed heavily on his heart. The Great Calamity's words still echoed in his mind, lingering like a curse he couldn't shake.
"The worlds are many... enemies will come from all sides..."
Even in victory, Erend felt a gnawing sense of danger and threat. If what the Great Calamity said was true, this battle might have been just the beginning. His loved ones could still be in danger. The threat wasn't over. It might never be over.
