The air stopped pulsing
Not from the cold but because the world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Thick smoke slowly drifted away, leaving behind the metallic scent of scorched iron and the bitter ash of magic, sharp enough to sting the lungs with every breath.
Sylvia stood at the center of a vast crater, the remains of the valley now melted and charred.
The stone around her had turned to molten glass, proof of the sheer destruction caused by the Nether Flame she had unleashed.
A dim violet glow clung to her body, while the black chains in the air drifted slowly, almost as if they were observing the aftermath.
No sound, No life.
Only the silence of a broken world.
Six burnt corpses lay not far from her armor melted, swords shattered, faces unrecognizable.
Sylvia inhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping.
"...It's over," she whispered softly.
But before that fragile relief could settle
The ground began to shake.
Dum!
Dum!!
DUUUUUMMM!!!
