Chapter 130: The New Order
The battlefield was finally silent. The war cries, the deafening explosions, the weeping skies—gone. In their place was a breathless hush that felt too fragile to trust. Smoke curled into the air like forgotten prayers, and across the fields, magical beings—dragons, witches, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids—stood staring at one another in wary disbelief.
Liana stood at the center, her body aching, her soul exhausted, but her heart… still beating strong. She turned slowly, taking in the scene. The Council Leaders had been defeated, dragged back into the rift they had unleashed. The Source had been sealed—though not destroyed. And now, the world stood on the edge of something new.
The hybrid children emerged first from the chaos, guiding wounded allies away from the worst of the destruction. River limped toward Liana, blood crusted on his temple, but his eyes shining with something more potent than magic—hope.
"You did it," he said.
