Chapter 281: Chapter 281: The Tides of War

The silence after the fall of the Voidbeast was suffocating. The air felt thick, weighed down by the remnants of dark magic that clung to the battlefield. All around Elara, soldiers stood motionless, staring in disbelief at the ashen remains of the creature that had nearly destroyed them. The walls of the fortress, battered and cracked, loomed above them like wounded giants, a grim reminder of how close they had come to annihilation.

Elara swayed on her feet, her hands still trembling from the raw power she had channeled through the Heartstone. The weight of it clung to her like an invisible shroud. Morgana, slumped against the wall, was breathing heavily, her face pale and drawn from the strain of the spell. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"We did it," Morgana whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

Elara nodded, her eyes still fixed on the place where the Voidbeast had fallen. "For now."