Chapter 329 The Will That Speaks — The Angel’s Sacrifice
Istana Elysvarre
After Lucifer and Asmodeous Retreated
A Quiet Midnight...
The night wind swept through the crumbling hall.
The stone pillars had fallen.
The night sky displayed faint cracks among the stars, symbols of a recently clashed will, creating a chilling atmosphere that intensified the dramatic remnants of the conflict surrounding Istana Elysvarre.
In the darkness, a hazy shadow appeared to behave erratically, dancing among the debris as if following the rhythm of the suffering etched in the history of that place.
Sheena knelt, her body trembling like a leaf in the midst of a storm, unable to bear the weight of her oppressive feelings.
Her hands cradled her abdomen, still glowing with the symbol of the Voidwright glyph—but now, the emblem pulsed slowly, steadily, no longer the wild power threatening her body.
Each pulse felt like the breath of an ancient creature, reminding Sheena of the price that had been paid to obtain the power now flowing within her, filling the void left by profound loss.
Before her, Michael leaned against the ruins, silvery-blue blood oozing from the wound on his back. His white fire wings had but one side remaining—the other had been reduced to ashes in battle. Yet, on his face rested an unexplainable calm, as if he had found peace amidst the storm.