The ashes still floated in the air, like a motionless mist.
Kyrian felt that he could control them precisely, just as he could control the flames and ice created by his energy.
He stood still for a few seconds, observing what remained.
No sound, no bodies. Only dust.
Each of his steps left a faint mark on the ash-covered ground.
The air down there was now thin, heavy, but Kyrian didn't seem to care.
The gray fire had already gone out, and in its place remained only complete silence.
He then walked toward the cave where he had met the leader of that organization.
The entrance was partially destroyed, burned. The walls blackened and cracked.
Kyrian entered. The smell of the place was still the same.
Even after everything had burned, that putrid odor, the air thick with blood and other things, seemed not to fade.
His gaze swept across the cave. Ash still covered the entire formation, but something stood out.
