Nidhogg's final roar echoed through the shattered corridor like the last shard of a storm that had finally dissipated. The dark energy released by Umbra's blade still vibrated in the air, mingling with the golden light escaping from Yggdrasil's wounded roots. For a few seconds, everything remained suspended in that heavy silence that usually follows great catastrophes. The dragon's colossal body trembled erratically, its enormous wings partially open like broken structures incapable of sustaining any further movement. Nidhogg's breathing became slow and deep, each exhalation carrying a warm vapor that dissipated into the cold air of the Umbral.
Then, finally, the gigantic body gave way.
