The atmosphere surrounding the ruined sanctuary gradually settled into something far calmer than it had been for hours.
The overwhelming pressure that had threatened to crush their souls had vanished completely. The corruption that had flooded the battlefield like an endless tide continued fading into nothingness, leaving behind only the scars of its existence. Broken pillars lay scattered across the shattered ruins, ancient walls had been reduced to rubble, and enormous cracks stretched across the sanctuary floor like wounds carved into history itself.
Yet despite the destruction surrounding them—
Everyone was alive.
That simple fact alone felt almost miraculous.
