The roar faded, but its echo lived on.
The air shook beneath Belzerion's final cry, vibrating through the bones of the world.
Even after the sound vanished, the clouds spun slowly in the darkened sky.
Then... it all began to calm.
The storm softened.
A heavy silence rolled in.
Dark mist began to gather at the colossal dragon's feet, curling upward like smoke.
Bel's gigantic form stood tall and immobile. Slowly, the massive wings folded. His titanic body shrank, curling into itself, compressing into the smoke.
The earth beneath his feet trembled one last time, then settled.
From the blackened ground, a strange mist remained, thick and swirling like smoke.
In its center, a figure was standing, covered in red crystal.
A man, frozen like a statue smooth and gleaming.
Back in the capital, the effect of the roar rippled.
Vezalia stumbled forward, her eyes twitching as she tried to process what she felt.
Her breath caught in her throat, her lips parting slightly.
