Chapter 75 The Price Of Power

• The world was gone.
• Meher felt as though she were floating, suspended in a place where time and space didn’t exist. The light—the blinding, overwhelming light—had swallowed her whole, pulling her into an endless void. She couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel anything except for the weight of the Heartstone in her hands, still pulsing with energy.
• Her mind swirled in confusion, disoriented by the sudden shift. It was as though every fiber of her being had been torn apart, scattered across an infinite expanse of nothingness. The temple, Ayaan, the realm—everything—was gone, replaced by an all-encompassing silence. The wind, the earth, the elements themselves were still. Only the Heartstone remained, a steady presence in her mind, vibrating with ancient power.