The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in hues of deep orange and crimson. The battlefield was silent now, save for the soft rustling of the wind through the shattered remnants of the earth. Shadows lingered in the cracks of broken ground, the faint whispers of what had transpired still clinging to the air.
Selene stood among the wreckage, her sword lowered but still in hand. Around her, soldiers tended to the wounded, their faces lined with exhaustion and relief.
The herald was gone, its form dissipating into a mist of shadow and light that had vanished into the void. The figure who had stood against it, however, was nowhere to be seen.
"They just... disappeared," Selene said quietly, scanning the horizon.
The princess stood beside her, her armor dented and her hair disheveled. Yet her eyes were sharp, their gaze fixed on the faint glow of the weapon left behind by the figure. It lay embedded in the ground, radiating a faint warmth that seemed to pulse with life.
"They were never meant to stay," the princess replied, her voice tinged with an unspoken understanding. "Their purpose was fulfilled—for now."
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From above, he observed the aftermath with the same quiet curiosity that had guided him throughout the battle. The figure's disappearance had not surprised him; the threads of their fate were intertwined with far greater forces than those present on this field.
But something lingered—a fragment of their light, embedded in the weapon they had left behind. It was more than just a tool; it was a key, a tether to something beyond this world.
He focused on the soldiers below, their movements slow and deliberate as they worked to restore order. Despite their exhaustion, there was a sense of hope among them, a fragile but growing belief that they had survived the impossible.
And yet, he knew this was only the beginning.
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Selene crouched beside the weapon, her fingers brushing against its hilt. The warmth that emanated from it was soothing, almost comforting.
"What do we do with it?" she asked, glancing up at the princess.
The princess knelt beside her, her gaze thoughtful. "We safeguard it. Whatever power it holds, we cannot let it fall into the wrong hands."
Selene nodded, but a question lingered in her mind. "Do you think they'll come back for it?"
The princess hesitated, her expression unreadable. "If they do, it won't be for us to decide what happens next. This... this is beyond us."
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The soldiers began to gather around the weapon, their eyes filled with awe and curiosity. Whispers spread through the ranks, tales of the figure's bravery and the herald's defeat growing more elaborate with each retelling.
But among the whispers, there was a question that no one dared to voice aloud:
What happens now?
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Far above, he turned his attention to the threads of fate. The patterns were shifting again, weaving new stories from the fragments of what had been.
The herald's defeat was a victory, but it was also a warning. The forces that governed this world were in flux, and the balance was more fragile than ever.
He watched as the threads converged on the weapon, its light a beacon that would draw others to it. What began as a battle for survival was now the first step in a far greater conflict.
For now, he remained silent, his presence unseen. But the echoes of the battlefield would ripple outward, touching worlds and lives in ways no one could yet imagine.
And in the quiet aftermath, the seeds of the next story were already beginning to take root.
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