The chaotic winds slowly ebbed away, leaving only the scent of burnt mana and scorched earth. The battlefield was still trembling from what had just happened — Endless' erasure, Kelvin's rebirth, and the eerie silence that followed.
Kelvin was still kneeling, one palm pressed against the ground as arcs of crimson and black energy spiraled gently around him. His breathing was calm now, steady — every exhale a pulse of chaos energy that seemed to breathe with him. The essence that had once threatened to consume him now obeyed his will, like a tamed storm bowing to its master.
Kaelen stood nearby, watching him in quiet awe and worry. He could feel the aura Kelvin now carried — wild and boundless, yet paradoxically stable. The Heir of Chaos… the impossible fusion of destruction and control.
Before Kaelen could speak, a flicker of lightning split the horizon.
"Morris, Kaelen!" a voice shouted through the haze.
