Chapter 32 Ashes And Dawn

The battlefield was still. Ash drifted from the sky like snow, soft and silent. The moon, once bright above them, had begun its descent beyond the horizon, leaving behind the faint blush of dawn. Where Theron had stood, there was nothing but scorched earth and crumbled stone—a hollowed mark upon the world, the last remnant of a monster who’d nearly brought it to ruin.