In the aftermath of Chiron's cataclysmic release of power, the once vibrant night sky was eclipsed by a column of radiant, rainbow-hued light, straight out of his body.
Such was the intensity of this beacon that the stars paled and the moon seemed dim, a stark testament to the magnitude of energy unleashed.
As the dust settled, a battered and charred figure lay amidst the ruins of the temple, the air thick with the acrid scent of scorched flesh.
Chiron, though grievously injured, betrayed signs of life through the faint twitching of his fingers, a silent declaration of his survival against the divine onslaught.
Struggling to rise yet collapsing under the weight of his own injuries, Chiron's resilience was a grim reminder of the price paid for power.
The silence that followed, however, was abruptly shattered by the priestess's movement.
