Chapter 110 The Shattering Of The Circle

• The world did not return gently.
• The column of light that burst from the heart of the Third Flame slowly thinned, its edges crackling like burning parchment. The roar faded, replaced by the harsh rasp of warriors catching their breath, the groan of shifting earth, and the distant echo of Revenant’s fury rolling across the battlefield like thunder.
• Lucia sagged forward on her hands. Sweat dripped from her brow, and her breath came in short, shaky pulls. The Third Flame’s memory was still swirling inside her—heavy, overwhelming, refusing to settle. She felt full and hollow all at once, like something had been carved out of her only to be filled with liquid fire.