บท 878: Chapter 878: The Dawn of Change

The silence that followed Varek's fall was profound. The dark magic that had consumed the land for so long evaporated, leaving the battlefield eerily still. The air was heavy with the remnants of magic, both light and dark, as the Guardians stood motionless, absorbing the enormity of what had just occurred.

Elara's hand trembled as she lowered her sword, the radiant glow of her sigils fading back into her skin. For a moment, she couldn't believe it was over. The oppressive weight of Varek's presence had hung over them for so long that its absence was almost disorienting.

Kirin stepped forward, his breathing still labored from the battle, but his eyes held a quiet, steady resolve. "It's done," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.