The explosion that tore the top off the Kronos Spire was silent for a moment, followed by a wave of pure, unadulterated silence. The Dissonance was gone. The Omega Wave was gone. The Alpha Frequency was a forgotten ghost.
In the streets, the fighting stopped. The pack, battered and fewer in number, looked up in confusion. The constant sonic pressure they had lived with their whole lives was simply... absent.
Anya held Kaelen in the rubble a safe distance away. He was conscious but broken, his connection to the world of sound severed. He could only hear a faint, permanent ringing.
Jax did not emerge from the Spire.
Aethel-Arms, their primary objective achieved, withdrew from the city, leaving a power vacuum more absolute than anyone could have imagined.