The world seemed to bend under the weight of the battle, its very essence trembling as the final echoes of conflict reverberated across the battlefield. Kael, his body battered and broken from the fierce clashes, stood amidst the ruins of the once-proud Academy. The distant echoes of war still hung in the air, a reminder of the cost of their victory.
But despite the triumph, a deep unease gnawed at Kael's heart, one that refused to fade even as he gazed at the fractured horizon. The sky, once a brilliant canvas of blue, was now tainted with streaks of darkness—an omen of what was yet to come.
Behind him, Aeris and Morgana lingered, their expressions grim as they surveyed the devastation that surrounded them. The Duskbringers had been defeated, their leader obliterated in the final clash. Yet Kael couldn't shake the words that had echoed in his mind: *There are others.*