The blast should have annihilated us. The void's energy surged with unrelenting force, a tidal wave of destruction that devoured everything in its path. My instincts screamed, my body tensed, but before the inevitable end could consume us...
Something blocked it.
For a moment, my vision faltered. A sharp, disorienting blur overtook my senses as if the world itself recoiled from what had occurred. Then clarity returned, and I saw it... an aura of ash-dark energy. It swirled in calm waves around Geralda, moving with a grace and purpose, that was almost hypnotic. It wasn't wild or frantic. Instead, it exuded quiet lethality, like the still edge of a blade waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The void's power dissipated against that aura, its wrath absorbed without fanfare, leaving only the faint hum of residual energy in the air.
The ash-dark tendrils curled back toward Geralda, retreating into her as though drawn to their master.
