The first light of dawn broke over the horizon, its golden rays piercing through the thick clouds that had long lingered over the land. Ava stood at the edge of a jagged cliff, her eyes closed as the warmth of the sun kissed her skin, banishing the cold that had settled deep in her bones. The Abyss, a force she had learned to wield, simmered quietly within her, no longer a raging storm but a subdued, lurking presence. She had won the battle, emerged from the darkness, but victory felt hollow, like a fleeting breath stolen by the wind.