The silence in Crowmere was heavy.
Ash drifted from the broken rafters of the cathedral, glowing faintly in the moonlight. My gauntlet flickered with rainbow-black light, cracked and bleeding smoke. Kravius lay broken on the stone, his sword shattered beside him, chest caved where my final strike had landed.
The demons around me watched, stunned. Selena lowered her halberd. Rena sheathed her twin blades. Even Clarissa, usually cold and calm, let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"It's done," Nana whispered.
Noa's voice hummed from the gauntlet, steady despite the cracks spreading across it. "Enemy life signs terminated. Crown integrity stable at twenty-nine percent. Victory achieved, My Lord."
I raised my head, breathing hard, blood dripping from my lips. "At last."
