When the explosion faded, almost nothing was left.
Dex's legion was gone—every last Devil wiped out. Somehow, Dex and Desiree were still breathing, though barely, and that was the wildest part.
They'd thought it was over when the blast swallowed them whole. But now…
Dex stared at the emptiness, unable to process what his senses already told him.
His arm was gone—just gone—and he hadn't even felt it happen.
'How…? How did I survive through that?' he wondered.
Beside him, Desiree trembled, her hands shaking as they traced her face.
Then her breath caught.
"My… my eyes… I can't—" Her voice cracked, raw with fear. She'd faced many things and dealt even worse things out over her long life.
But this… this was different.
And the worst part?
Neither of them had sensed a single ripple of power.
Every cultivator knew the instinct of death — that primal warning that screamed when the end approached. But when Aurora's explosion swallowed them, that instinct vanished.
