The sky above the city was no longer the color of battle—the dark, oppressive clouds had begun to thin, revealing faint streaks of light cutting through the gloom. The fight had ended, but in its wake, there was only a strange, unsettling silence. Kael stared out over the wreckage, his mind unable to fully grasp the magnitude of what had just happened.
The streets, once bustling with life, were now eerily quiet. Bodies of both soldiers and void creatures lay scattered across the cracked stone, and the air carried the sharp scent of burnt wood and scorched earth. The city was scarred, but it had survived. For now.
Morgana stood at his side, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. "We've done what we could," she said quietly, her voice thick with the weight of their efforts. "But this… it feels too easy, doesn't it?"
