章 1198: Chapter 1198: The Aftermath of Light

The world was quiet. A stillness hung in the air, so profound it felt as though time itself had paused. Amara's body lay motionless on the stone floor, her hand loosely gripping the hilt of her sword. The light from the sword had faded, and the oppressive darkness that had once filled the temple was gone. The rift was sealed.

Morgana stumbled forward, her breathing ragged, her magic completely spent. Her limbs trembled as she knelt beside Amara, her heart pounding in her chest. "Amara..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with worry.

Amara's face was pale, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Morgana pressed her fingers to Amara's neck, searching for a pulse. It was faint but steady. Relief washed over her, though it did little to quell the fear gnawing at the edges of her mind.

"You did it," Morgana murmured, her voice shaking with both awe and dread. "But at what cost?"