บท 295: Chapter 295: The Soft, Cold Breath of the Unknown

The calm that settled over the battlefield was unnerving, like the eye of a storm, a brief reprieve before the next wave of chaos. Elara lay motionless, her body still trembling from the immense power they had just unleashed. The air was still thick with residual magic, but the oppressive weight of the Void had lifted. For now.

She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt heavy, her muscles screaming in protest. Her vision was still hazy, and every breath felt like a struggle. She could sense Morgana nearby, slumped against a shattered pillar, equally drained.

"Elara," Arian's voice cut through the silence, filled with concern. She felt his strong arms around her, lifting her gently. "You need to rest. You nearly killed yourself back there."

Elara blinked, forcing her vision to focus on him. His face was drawn with worry, his usually calm eyes now stormy with emotion. She managed a weak smile. "I told you… we'd stop it."