The twilight wind blew gently, sweeping away the last remnants of the melting frost across the courtyard of the Magniora Tower. The reddish-orange glow from the western horizon fractured beautifully through the scattered ice crystals.
Thousands of tiny, shimmering points of light danced in the air—as if the universe itself were exhaling a long, sigh of relief after witnessing the sheer madness that had just unfolded.
Lobrecht stood tall between the two fallen combatants.
To his left, Selene remained on her knees, her breathing shallow and ragged. Hah... hah... Her majestic, deep-sea blue robes were utterly drenched from the remnants of her own shattered blizzard.
To his right, Adul stood weakly among the glittering shards, his fingers still clutching Eva's dagger with a violent tremor.
The supreme leader of the Heretic Order turned his head slightly, acknowledging Adul's presence. His serene, warm brown eyes studied the boy in silence.
