Chapter 51 Aftermath

• Chapter 51 – Aftermath
• The battlefield was still. Silence hung in the air like a heavy blanket, muffling the sounds of distant winds and the occasional crackle of dying fires. The once-bustling war cries, the sounds of steel clashing and magic detonating, were gone. Only the faint echo of the past remained, etched into the earth and the memories of those who had fought. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood—fresh and old—blending into a grim reminder of the cost of victory.
• Lena stood at the heart of the battlefield, her eyes scanning the wreckage. The destruction was unimaginable. Bodies of Lycus’s followers lay strewn across the ground, their twisted forms frozen in moments of death. Her own people, the pack, were scattered in the aftermath—some standing, others kneeling in quiet reflection, mourning the losses they had suffered.