Chapter 58 The Price Of Victory

The silence that followed the destruction of the Citadel was deafening. The once-mighty fortress had been reduced to rubble, its walls crumbling under the weight of the power Isla had unleashed. The air was thick with the scent of burning stone and the remnants of magic, the echoes of the final confrontation still lingering in the heavy stillness. Isla stood amidst the destruction, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The sigil pulsed on her palm, its flames now a faint glow, as if sated for the moment. But there was no mistaking the toll it had taken on her. The power had burned through her, leaving her exhausted, her energy drained.