Unfinished Business

The chamber had begun to settle, though the air still crackled with lingering energy. The flames that once roared around the chamber dimmed, the suffocating heat was easing as steam and smoke drifted toward the shattered ceiling. Amidst the aftermath, two figures remained encased within fading domes of water—Morgan and Seline.

The liquid barriers trembled before finally collapsing into mist.

Another figure rushed toward Morgan' side, it was Thane, he quickly rushed to him.

"Oi, you okay?"

Morgan, still kneeling from the battle's aftershock, let out a sharp exhale. His hand was pressed against his ribs, but there was no sign of severe injury—only exhaustion on his part. He blinked, his mind was still reeling from everything that had just unfolded.

"I'm fine."

He glanced toward the battlefield's epicenter. His gaze followed the lingering traces of frost and scorched stone, settling on the distant silhouette of Sylas and Kaelen.