The battlefield was eerily quiet once the storm of power settled. Smoke and dust hung heavy in the air, and the ground still pulsed faintly with the aftershocks of Kana's final act.
No one dared move at first—every warrior, priest, and soldier left behind could only stare at the ruined horizon where their world had been reshaped.
The memory of the blinding light was seared into their vision, and the absence that followed it was worse.
Kana was gone.
Lysera's breath came in short bursts, her hands trembling as she tried to comprehend what had just happened.
Iriele's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes darting desperately around the battlefield as if Kana might still appear from behind the smoke.
High Priestess Jenna's face remained calm on the surface, but even her hand clenched tightly against her staff betrayed the tremor of unease running through her.
"No. She's not gone. I don't believe it. She wouldn't just leave us like that."
