Ch 134
The war was over.
It had started and ended in the span of a single day.
A brutal storm of blood and death, all for one thing—the source of Ancient Prana.
Now, in the aftermath, Zed lay bloodied and broken inside a dimly lit cave.
Corpses surrounded him—painting the earth with their drying blood. All done by just him.
He was drained. Mind and body. But none of it mattered at the moment.
His gaze remained locked on a strange object in his hand.
It was small—crystal-like—yet unnaturally beautiful. A gemstone swirling with seven colors, each hue alive, dancing within the ore like conscious flames.
But only one glowed brighter than the rest.
Indigo.
"All this… for something so small…"
A hollow laugh almost escaped his lips, but he lacked even the strength for that.
How many had died for this?
How many names were now erased, just so he could hold this silent, glowing thing in his palm?
That's when something strange happened.
