The aftermath of the Hollow Spire's destruction left an eerie quiet over the battlefield. The once-ominous structure had crumbled into ruins, its collapse resonating like a warning. Soldiers worked silently, their murmurs subdued as they tended to the wounded and carried off the fallen. Despite the victory, unease lingered in the air.
Kade stood at the edge of the ruins, his arms crossed as he surveyed the destruction. The weight of responsibility hung heavy on his shoulders, his thoughts churning with doubt.
"This feels too clean,"
he thought.
"Too easy. Verath isn't the type to go down without leaving behind a parting gift."
Vask approached from the shadows, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. He bowed slightly, his movements precise and deliberate.
'The Spire is no more, my lord,'
Vask said, his voice calm yet filled with an undercurrent of warning.
'A significant victory, but I fear it is not the end.'
