Chapter 57 Ashes And Oaths

The battlefield was still under the ascending sun, littered with the remains of divinity and defiance. Damien stood at the rim of the hollow crater where Arkyn had been unmade, the burned earth under his boots still hot. All around him, the remains of the old world spoke of specters of war, gods, and centuries of offerings. The Hollow Flame no longer throbbed with fury or hunger. It now glowed dimly in the ember he held, no bigger than a coin.