The moment the pact broke, the world began unraveling.
Not violently. Quietly.
Spells stopped working. Runes turned to ash. Familiar enchantments dissolved like mist. Even the Codex went blank.
"I can't feel the ley lines," Valmira whispered, panicked.
Seraphina looked down at her hands. "I can't cast anymore."
Even Lilith swayed, her breath uneven. "It's fading."
Magic… had died.
And in its place?
A silence so deep it screamed.
But I could still feel something—burning low in my chest.
The First Flame.
The last magic left.
And it was mine alone.
