The Hollow One was gone.
But Bella could still feel it.
Like an echo in her bones.
Like a scar on her soul.
She stood at the edge of the clearing, wrapped in Dante's arms, her entire body trembling from exhaustion.
The night air was cold, biting, but it wasn't the wind making her shiver.
It was the weight of what she had done.
What she had become.
Sage and Chase stood a few feet away, watching her carefully.
Like she was still a threat.
Like she was still something to fear.
And maybe—
Maybe she was.
Because even though the Hollow One had been burned, destroyed, erased from existence…
Something was different.
Bella wasn't just herself anymore.
She had touched the abyss.
And she wasn't sure if she had come back whole.