The valley had turned into rubble.
The battlefield that once shook with hundreds of warriors was now nothing more than a shattered wasteland. The ground had collapsed into craters, cliffs had broken apart, and the air was thick with drifting dust and fading mana.
Only one thing remained untouched.
At the very center, a single blade of grass swayed gently.
Kael lay half-kneeling in the crater, breathing heavily. Golden blood dripped slowly from the wounds across his body. His draconic scales were cracked, several of them broken completely. He looked up. Damon stood in front of him. The spear had already disappeared.
But Damon turned away.
Kael blinked. "What…?"
Damon walked past him without another glance.
"You spared someone important to me," Damon said calmly. "…So I will spare you."
