One Final Move
Six weeks had passed since the climactic battle within the cavern. The once vibrant battlefields had fallen silent, the scorched earth slowly giving way to the tentative shoots of new life. In the Font Monastery, nestled amidst the serenity of the celestial gardens, a different kind of battle was being waged.
Shania lay within a healing chamber, her celestial light, once a beacon, dimmed to a faint flicker. Healers, their faces etched with concern, tended to her, their celestial magic coaxing her strength back from the brink. Leor, a constant vigil by her side, watched with a heart heavy with worry. The memory of her sacrifice, the raw power she wielded to sever the connection to the Devourer, haunted him.
One day, as the morning light filtered through the arched windows, Shania stirred. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyelids fluttering open. Weakness washed over her, but a spark of recognition ignited in her eyes as they met Leor's gaze.