~LYRA'S POV~
The quiet was the strangest part.
After everything, the hours of fighting, the shockwaves and the cracking ground and the sound of hundreds of bodies moving and striking and falling, the silence that came after Selara dissolved was the loudest thing I'd experienced all night. Not because it was actually loud. Because of what it meant. The absence of something that had been constant for so long that its removal felt like a physical change in pressure.
I was still kneeling. I hadn't moved. My knees had been on the ground long enough that I'd stopped feeling them.
