Chapter 34 The Static in the Blood

The silence after the sensory onslaught was heavier than the battle itself. Across the "Devil's Throat," the broken shells of Aethelgard Centurions lay scattered like discarded toys. The violet mist Elara had conjured began to retract, curling back toward her feet like a weary predator.

Kael carried Elara back into the Great Hall, his boots crunch