Chapter 51 The Abyss Unbound

• The dawn after the battle at Northreach arrived with a haunting calm. The world felt still, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for the next great tremor to ripple through it.
• The Second Waystone had pulsed with a power that rippled across the realm, and though the Forsaken were scattered, the memory of their hunger lingered in the air. Every corner of the Northreach held the echoes of the war, the land scarred by their passage, the trees twisted and blackened, the earth still trembling beneath the weight of what had transpired.
• Meher stood at the base of the newly awakened Waystone, her fingers brushing the cool surface. The ancient power thrummed through her, answering her touch with a response that seemed to vibrate all the way into her bones.