Third Person POV

The world had gone quiet after Jane’s sacrifice. Too quiet.

A strange stillness hung in the air, almost like the battlefield itself was holding its breath. Broken stone, cracked earth, the blood of wolves and shadows—it was everywhere, painting the ruins of Eldoria in red and black. The once-proud capital, long since crumbled into a skeleton of ancient buildings, stood like the bones of a dead god.

Caitlyn knelt in the center of it all.

Her hands trembled, pressed to the scorched soil where Jane’s flames had burned Kieran from existence. Her chest still rose and fell, but she felt… hollow. Not empty. Just—muted. Quiet in a...