Chapter 51 The Price Of Freedom

The collapse of the Citadel was not a singular event—it was an explosion of everything that had been hidden, buried, and chained for centuries. The mountain itself groaned under the strain, the stone shifting and cracking as though it were coming apart at the seams. The air around Isla and Dominic seemed to warp, the very fabric of reality trembling in response to the destruction of the Obsidian Heart. As the dust settled, the once-imposing structure lay in ruins, a mere shadow of its former grandeur. Where the Heart had stood, only a smoldering crater remained—nothing but ash and broken stone.