The silence of the Tagor Desert was heavy, a suffocating blanket that pressed down upon the glass-fused crater of the Broken Obelisk Ruins. The moon hung high and pale, a disinterested witness to the aftermath of a battle that had reshaped the geography of the dunes. The air still crackled with the residual static of Alaric's lightning and the sulfurous tang of Cai Wei's magma, but the violence of combat had ended.
A different kind of violence was about to begin.
