The air was still humming, vibrating with the remnants of what they had just unleashed.
Shellia's body trembled as the aftershocks of the spell settled into her bones, her vision hazy but her heart steady. The monstrous nine-tailed beast lay vanquished, its corrupted essence shattered, its demonic influence erased. Only faint wisps of darkness remained, dissipating like smoke beneath the moonlight that filled the ruined chamber.
Daryon steadied her from the side, one strong hand pressing lightly against her back. His gray eyes softened, though there was still that underlying sharpness of someone who had seen far too many battles. "You almost burned yourself out," he said in a low voice.
"I didn't," Shellia huffed, though she nearly tripped over her own feet the next second. Yuki's wings fanned behind her like a shimmering aurora, steadying the air around them.
