Chapter 75 Echoes After The Storm

• The cavern still trembled with the memory of battle. The echoes of shattered phantoms whispered through the stone walls, fading like a dying heartbeat. The air reeked of scorched magic and ash.
• Lucia knelt where the last of the runes still flickered faintly under her hands. Her palms were raw, veins glowing with faint silver light that pulsed in rhythm with her racing heart. The shard, sealed within the rune circle, throbbed like something alive—contained, but unwilling to rest.
• Kelvin stood nearby, sword lowered, its once-bright edge dimmed to a weary gleam. His armor was scored by claw marks and black ash, but his eyes—storm-gray and sharp—remained unyielding. Around him, soldiers tended to the wounded in silence.