The air in the Convergence Chamber was thick with the remnants of the battle. Kael could still feel the echoes of the clash—an oppressive weight that pressed against him, as though the very walls of the Academy had absorbed the dark energy of the conflict. His breath came in shallow gasps, his body exhausted from the brutal strain of the battle, but his mind was clearer than ever. The shard of light he held, still warm and pulsing gently in his grasp, was the last vestige of the balance. It was both a symbol of the Academy's power and a beacon of hope that, despite the darkness, the world could be saved.