The aftermath of Klaus's death left a somber peace across the supernatural realm. The battlefield was littered with debris, but the once overwhelming presence of darkness had lifted. Derek's sacrifice hung heavily in the air, a solemn reminder of the cost of victory. As the sky cleared, the first rays of sunlight kissed the horizon, symbolizing the dawn of a new era. But even with Klaus gone, a sense of unease lingered in the hearts of those who survived.
Lucian stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes scanning the distance. His golden hair shimmered under the sunlight, yet his expression was shadowed with concern. "There's something wrong," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of something unseen. The wind carried a strange energy, one that made his skin prickle.
Selene walked over to him, her amber eyes scanning the horizon as well. "What is it?" she asked, sensing his unease. "Klaus is gone. The darkness has been defeated."
