Chapter 82 Requiem For A War

• The lingering sense of peace from the Sunken Oracle was a precious, fleeting balm. Elara, though utterly drained from the Soul-Forging Ritual, felt a profound sense of accomplishment. She allowed herself only a brief period of rest as Kael, Dr. Reed, and Silas diligently monitored her recovery, channeling revitalizing energy to her from Atheria via Liam’s long-range relays.
• The Moon-Tear Shard, though still dim, pulsed with a renewed, albeit exhausted, light, mirroring Elara’s gradual return to strength.
• Their reprieve was short-lived. The Whispering Crag awaited, a far more volatile and dangerous nexus of unresolved trauma. Lucian, Rune, and Lyra, having spent days scouting the Crag, contacted them with grim reports. "It's a maelstrom of rage, Luna," Lucian's voice was strained through the comms. "The spectral warriors are more real, more aggressive. They're constantly fighting, and the living descendants nearby... they're caught in a frenzy. Pure battle-lust, amplified a thousand times."