Chapter 33 Echoes Of The Flame

• The morning after the Entity's banishment arrived quietly—too quietly for a city that had just survived near destruction. Erelith stood still beneath the soft amber light of sunrise. No alarms blared. No drones buzzed overhead. The oppressive hum of the Council’s surveillance grid was gone.
• Instead, a different sound filled the air—*silence,* broken only by the quiet hum of distant voices and rebuilding efforts beginning at the city’s edges.
• Amara stood at the edge of Sector Zero, where the Heartgate now rested dormant. The massive stone arch, once floating and pulsating with dark energy, had fused itself into the earth like a scar healed over. The orb in her hand no longer glowed. Its light had faded when the Entity had been sealed once more.