The chaos was over.
Or, at least, the kind of chaos that tears the sky, distorts the air, and even causes divine entities to intervene directly to prevent two absurd forces from turning an entire territory into ruins. The red still lingered on the horizon like an open scar, the last vestiges of dark energy slowly dissipating like smoke that refused to disappear completely, but despite this, the world had started working again. The wind blew naturally once more, the clouds regained their shapes, and the silence—that post-collision silence—now carried something different.
Embarrassment.
And it was almost palpable.
