The air was thick with the aftermath of Eileen's unleashed magic, a burning pulse of energy that lingered even after the blue flames had dissipated. The ground beneath us smoldered, scorched by the sheer power of her fire, and the chamber was filled with a heavy, unnatural silence.
My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as I struggled to process what had just happened. For a split second, it felt as if the world had stopped turning, held in the balance of Eileen's raw magic and the destruction it had wrought.
I looked over at her Eileen stood, her hands still faintly glowing, her eyes wide and distant as though she herself couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of what she had done.
Her chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths, and her gaze was fixed on the spot where Nyxira had been standing just moments ago.
