The village had begun to heal, but something lingered in the air, an unease that couldn't be shaken no matter how many new walls were erected or how many fields were replanted. It was as if the very earth remembered the darkness that had come, and it trembled in its memory. Kael could feel it, like a constant hum in his bones, an undercurrent that never ceased to tug at him. Even as life slowly returned to normal, he couldn't shake the sense that they were only holding their breath, waiting for something else to arrive.
It had been weeks since Elara's sacrifice, and yet, the ache in Kael's chest hadn't faded. There were moments when the weight of her absence was unbearable, and he would find himself standing alone at the edge of the village, staring out into the woods, hoping for a glimpse of her—some sign that the Codex hadn't taken everything from her.
But there was nothing. Only silence.