The battle was finally over.
I remember the exact moment when it all ended. I'll never forget it as long as I live. The eight Primordials flickered right before my eyes, their ancient and powerful forms turning thin and ghostly, like smoke or mist. The binding spell was taking hold of them, wrapping around them like invisible chains. Their screams echoed loudly across the entire land as they were pulled back forcefully into their prison, back into the magical containment that would hold them.
Then everything around me went completely black.
I woke up four full days later in the medical center.
My body felt incredibly heavy, like someone had somehow filled it completely with stones. Every single breath I took hurt. My Silver Moon power was quiet inside me, far too quiet. It felt like a fire that had burned down to almost nothing, just a few weak embers left glowing.
