Chapter 102 Ashes And Oaths

The battlefield was quiet now—eerily so. Smoke curled in gentle spirals toward the scarred heavens as the first rays of dawn pierced through the smog. The once-gleaming spires of the Temple of Embers now lay half-shattered, their golden stone stained with blood and soot. Dominic stood at the edge of the shattered sanctum, his arm wrapped protectively around Aria. She lay unconscious in his embrace, her skin cold with exhaustion, but her expression calm. Around them, the Seers moved silently, collecting relics and tending to the wounded.