The cathedral behind us felt like a distant memory, its oppressive shadows and haunting echoes fading into the chilly night air. Yet, the silence wasn't comforting. It carried the weight of something greater—a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.
Telyss wasn't saved. The streets, though now devoid of Voidspawn, bore the scars of their invasion. Crumbled buildings, shattered glass, and bloodstains painted a bleak picture of a city on the brink.
Silvermane walked ahead, her wolves weaving through the ruins with practiced ease. Ember stayed by my side, her flames flickering softly to illuminate the path. Despite our recent victory, none of us dared to relax. The Shadow Pact's fall here was just the first step, and the Heartseed pulsed faintly in my chest, a constant reminder of the battles yet to come.