The Inner Sanctum slowly returned to silence.
The chaos that had consumed it moments ago began to fade, leaving behind only the aftermath of destruction. Crimson flames, once raging like a storm unleashed, now flickered weakly across the shattered stone platform before gradually dying out. The oppressive heat that had filled the chamber receded, replaced by a hollow stillness that felt almost unnatural.
Fragments of silver energy drifted through the air like dying sparks, dissolving into nothingness as though they had never existed. The ancient runes carved deep into the towering walls dimmed faintly, their glow stabilizing as the sanctum itself acknowledged the end of the battle.
It was over.
At the center of the chamber stood the Flame Sovereign Pup.
