The world slowly returned.
The blinding white light receded, leaving behind the ruined city of the secret realm. Purple-hued clouds swirled in the sky, torn fragments of shattered streets floating like debris suspended in air. Dust hung in the atmosphere, shimmering faintly in the residual light of the shattered mirror's explosion. The ground trembled beneath them, and the air still vibrated with the echoes of energy so immense it had seemed to tear at the fabric of reality.
The members of Sanatan Flame Sect blinked, their hearts hammering.
Lin Shu's knees nearly buckled as she steadied herself. Her eyes, wide and glimmering with a mixture of awe and love, followed Shaurya as he stood calm and unshaken amidst the chaos.
"Shaurya… that…" her voice trembled, faltering under the enormity of what they had just witnessed.
