The chamber fell silent.
The last echo of Magic energy of the severed connection still trembled in the roots, walls, and air itself.
No one moved or spoke.
They simply stood there with the gravity of the storm god's final words crushing down on them.
Aesa lowered her arms slowly, the frost around her fingers dimming into pale mist.
"Devours dying gods… puppets them… envelopes worlds…".
The words circled her mind like a curse she had once heard spoken long ago in a battlefield full of ice and corpses.
Her breath came out uneven now, leaving a thin trail of frost in the air. The memory she tried so hard to bury clawed its way back to the surface, and her jaw tightened until it trembled.
Adrius stared at the floor, but his eyes weren't looking at anything in front of him.
His thoughts spiraled. He had fought monsters before but this was something entirely outside scripture or logic that he had no understanding.
