Chapter 91 Echoes Of The Past

• The village stood in the aftermath of the battle, the once-stirring air now heavy with the scent of dust and destruction. The faintest trace of smoke still hung in the wind, a reminder of the chaos they had just endured. Meher and Ayaan stood side by side, their bodies bruised and battered, but alive—thanks to the power of the Heartstone. Though the immediate danger had passed, the weight of what they had faced lingered like an unwelcome shadow.
• The villagers began to regroup, moving slowly through the debris, checking on one another, offering quiet words of comfort. Some were tending to the wounded, while others began to rebuild what had been destroyed. Despite the relief of surviving the night, there was an underlying fear in their eyes—fear that the worst had yet to come.
• Ayaan glanced at Meher, his eyes scanning her face, searching for any sign of injury or exhaustion. Her skin was pale, her shoulders slumped with weariness, but there was a fierce resolve in her gaze. He couldn’t help but admire her strength, even when it seemed like everything around them was crumbling.