Chapter 46: A Living Memory
The runes on the columns, now faded, left the hall shrouded in a cold twilight, pierced only by the residual glow of Morwynn’s webs and the gentle luminescence of Nyssa’s liquid form.
Kaela, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, kept her claws flexed, her golden eyes fixed on the spot where Sylha had vanished into the mist.
Eren, at the center of the circle formed by his monsters, felt the weight of the moment.
The system, ever-present, flashed in his vision:
[Exploit Stabilized. Threat Temporarily Neutralized.]
But he knew the battle was far from over.
Sylha had not been defeated.
She had retreated, yes, but not out of physical weakness.
Her presence still lingered in the air, a low hum that made the hairs on Eren’s neck stand on end. He sensed the entity somewhere, not in the temple, but within him—or perhaps within the system itself.
"She’s not finished," he murmured, more to himself than to the monsters.
Kaela turned, her tail swaying with unease.
"Then why did she flee?" Her voice still carried traces of the fury that had consumed her during Sylha’s illusion, but now there was clarity in her eyes. "We cut her. I felt my claws tearing something."