The ruins lay silent, but the silence was a façade. Every breath Aiden took seemed to echo unnaturally, as if the very air hung on the edge of collapse. The chasm below them emitted a faint, pulsing light now, like the dying embers of a once-raging fire. Elara stood at its edge, her silhouette framed by the fractured sky above.
Aiden stepped closer, his boots crunching against shards of obsidian-like stone that had splintered from the altar during the chaos. "Elara, what do you mean it's not gone?"
She didn't look at him. Her gaze was fixed on the abyss below, her arms wrapped around herself as if shielding against a cold only she could feel. "The Void doesn't end. It retreats. Regroups. Every time it's pushed back, it learns. It adapts. And it comes back stronger."