Dust had settled, and the tension in the air still hung heavy with the dark energy that Isaac had unleashed, slowly dissipating into the air.
Amelia looked from Isaac's body to Cyrus, lying on the ground, heaving heavily from the failure of his attempt at harnessing her power.
Everything went silent for a moment but was interrupted by the soft echoes of crumbling stone inside the stronghold.
Amelia knew this wasn't over; they had just wounded Isaac, not conquered him.
In an instant, Dimitri was beside her, his hand clasped around her arm, holding her tight. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
She nodded; her heart was still racing from the brutality of the fight. "I'm ok, but Isaac isn't gone yet," she said in a hushed tone.
Weakened, Isaac nonetheless managed a crue
