Silence.
It was not peace.
It was not victory.
It was the suffocating absence of everything that once defined him.
Darius stood alone at the center of the shattered battlefield.
The Revenant King's hollow body lay crumbling into forgotten code, his essence consumed, his existence devoured not just from the realm—but from memory itself. There would be no remnants, no echoes, no name left in the archives of gods or mortals.
The Annihilation Rite was complete.
But at what cost?
He clenched his fists, and they trembled—not from exhaustion, but from the hollow ache clawing at his soul. His gaze drifted to the glowing, fractured relic floating in the air—the last remnant of Celestia's soul.
Her sacrifice.
