Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Callista The silence that followed the entity’s departure was absolute. No birds chirped. No wind stirred. Even the stars above seemed to hold their breath, dimming slightly in the aftermath of what we’d just endured. I pressed my palm against my chest, half-expecting to feel Seraphina’s heartbeat instead of my own. The memories still lingered—sharp and searing. I could feel the heat of the burning village, the weight of her sword, the electric ache of corrupted magic coursing through her veins. But most of all, I felt her will—unyielding, unrelenting, burning brighter than any flame. “She was…” Esra began softly, breaking the stillness. “More than I ever imagined.” “She was always more,” Kaelos said hoarsely. His voice cracked on the last word, and he turned away, hands clenched at his sides. Ruvan was staring at the spot where the silver light had been, eyes distant. “The cosmos has accepted her,” he murmured. “But that doesn’t mean the world will.” Marcus stood slowly, h