The Path Forward
The battlefield was still drenched in the weight of loss. The remnants of Rift energy flickered weakly across the broken ground, the only proof that Nathaniel Cross had ever stood there. But his body—his presence—was gone.
Ethan's boots felt heavy against the fractured earth as he took a step forward, his golden-shadow aura pulsing softly around him. His expression was unreadable, his emotions buried beneath the sheer weight of what had just happened.
Selene stood beside him, silent, the pain in her golden eyes hidden beneath a warrior's resolve. Her spear was gripped tightly in her hand, but she hadn't moved since Nathaniel disappeared.
Orion exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "This is how it always happens, isn't it?" His voice was low, distant. "We win the battle. We survive. And we lose the people that matter."