Chapter 85 The Aftermath

• The stillness that settled over the world felt unnatural, as if the very air was holding its breath. Meher sat on the cold earth, her body aching from the strain of the Heartstone’s power. The lingering magic still thrummed faintly within her, but its intensity had waned, leaving behind a deep, hollow exhaustion. The world around them was quiet, too quiet.
• Ayaan had not moved from her side, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he held her close. His heartbeat was steady, a calm rhythm against the chaos that had just unfolded. He was still as tense as ever, his eyes scanning the horizon, watching for any signs of the darkness that had tried to tear through their world.
• But the rift was gone. The world had been saved—for now. Yet something about the silence felt like the calm before the storm.