With the Twelve gone, and the fusion defeated, the group returned to their camp.
It was strange. The silence. The absence of threat. Of fire. Of screaming.
Korrin fell onto a pile of spell scrolls and sighed. "So… we won?"
Naia floated past, sparks still dancing in her hair. "Define 'won.'"
Elyse curled up on a mana blanket, eyes closed. "It's not over. But for now… let's call it a breather."
Thessaly pulled Liss into her arms and kissed her forehead.
"You did good. You saved us."
Liss didn't speak.
But she held onto her sword. Just in case.
Above them, the sky pulsed quietly. Like it was breathing for the first time.