The sea had never been this still.
No waves. No whirlpools. No currents.
Just silence.
Not empty silence, but something heavier—like the ocean itself was holding its breath. The battlefield that once thundered with songs of war and screams of dying sirens now lay quiet. Coral shards drifted lazily through the water. Fragments of armor glinted beneath soft beams of fading light.
Dominic remained suspended in the center of it all, alone.
His chest rose and fell slowly. The trident hummed faintly in his hand, no longer pulsing with power, but resting—almost asleep. Around him, the last echoes of the First Voice's presence faded like fog burning in the morning sun.
He turned his gaze toward where Lyrielle had been.
There was nothing left. No body. No trail.
Just thin strands of dark energy dissolving into the water.
She was gone.
Whether destroyed or banished, he couldn't tell. But whatever she had awakened… had refused her.
