The Rift’s Final Warning

The Battlefield Aftermath

Silence.

Not the peaceful kind.

The kind that came after destruction. The kind that followed the death of something once thought untouchable.

The battlefield was a wasteland of shattered Rift spires, molten craters, and the fading remnants of cursed energy. The air was thick with the scent of burned existence—something beyond blood, beyond fire. The very concept of reality still trembled, struggling to stabilize after the war that had just ended.

Ethan stood at the center of it all.

Golden-shadow energy crackled around him, steady but fierce. His eyes burned with an unnatural glow—divine, absolute. He had not just won. He had erased the Council Leader from existence itself.

And yet—

He felt it.

Something watching.

Something waiting.

The Rift was still alive.

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The Weight of Victory

Behind him, his team stood among the ruins, trying to process what had just happened.