After the massive, devastating battle, everything fell into a haunting silence.
The once chaotic ground now stood eerily still, and the night wind, now a gentle breeze, whispered softly through the air as if nature itself was trying to soothe the wounded land.
The people who had gathered to witness the clash were frozen in place, utterly shaken and overwhelmed.
They had been stunned into speechlessness—and many of them nearly dropped to their knees when their eyes fell upon Aether. His body was engulfed in radiant, white holy flames that flickered like the essence of a higher power.
It was a sight that defied all reason, something far beyond anything they could possibly understand. It didn't feel like they were watching a mortal anymore... it was like a divine being had descended among them.
"His hand is not healing at all," Helena muttered under her breath, her voice trembling, her face contorted with helpless pain.
