The silence that followed the collapse of the Source felt almost unnatural, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The immense chamber, once filled with the hum of ancient power, now seemed hollow, empty. Morgana steadied herself against Kirin, her legs shaking from the immense effort of stabilizing the Heart of Oaths and subduing the Source's chaotic energy.
"We need to move," Rowan said, her voice hoarse but steady. "This isn't over yet."
Kirin gently released Morgana's arm, his eyes scanning the chamber warily. "She's right. Whatever magic was holding this place together is gone, but that doesn't mean it's safe."
The ground beneath them rumbled, faint but noticeable, as if in agreement. Cracks began to spiderweb across the stone floor, and dust fell from the towering ceiling.
