Elira's eyes flew open, gasping as the struggle of the Light against the Void ended in a shattering, swift manner. She blinked, catching up to the moment as its reality took some time to become clear in her mind. The energy storm was gone, the only thing it left behind the oppressive silence it had filled with its presence. Her senses reeled when the erstwhile-violent cadence of raw magic faded, echoing like the after-shocks of a storm. Her flesh still burned with the ferocity of the battle, but there was a strange quiet now. As if the world was holding its breath.
Kael was unmoving, his posture ramrod and his eyes scanning the space where the Keeper once had been. The Keeper no longer was. Now, instead of anything or anyone, there simply existed a dusty, crumbling-like the residual trace of a bad dream ringing out across the air.
