[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 1: THE SHATTERED DARK AND THE FIRST MYTH]
The silence of the newborn world was a lie.
As Elara leaned against the solid, unyielding warmth of Aldren's chest, her newly awakened senses stretched outward. The chaotic trembling of the merged continent had ceased, but the air itself felt heavy, thick with a damp, primal energy that tasted of crushed ferns and ancient copper.
She took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady the residual, buzzing heat of the Origin magic lingering in her veins.
Above them, the sky was a bruised tapestry of twilight, completely devoid of the High Seat's oppressive white light.
"It's over," Elara whispered, the exhaustion finally catching up to her, seeping into her bones like lead. "We actually did it."
