Chapter 139: Volume 2, Chapter 83:

Chapter 139: Volume 2, Chapter 83: "Ashes of Victory" The silence that followed the Severed leader's disintegration was suffocating, almost surreal. The swirling void energy that had once threatened to tear the very fabric of reality apart was gone, leaving only the cold mountain wind and the distant howling of the storm. Cole stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his breath coming in shallow gasps, trying to process what had just happened.

They had stopped the summoning. The ancient being had been pulled back into the void before it could fully manifest. But the cost of their victory weighed heavily on him. The ground was littered with the bodies of the Severed, their dark forms crumpled in defeat, yet the victory felt hollow.

Marcus wiped the blood from his sword and sheathed it, his expression grim. "It's over," he said, but there was no relief in his voice. His eyes were locked on the place where the Severed leader had stood moments before, now nothing more than a smoldering scar in the snow.

Selene stepped forward, her hand still tightly gripping her blade, though the threat had passed. "For now," she added, her voice laced with weariness. "But they'll be back. The Severed won't stop until they tear the Veil apart."

Elara, pale and shaken, held the amulet in her hands, its glow now dim, as though its power had been drained from the battle. Her breath was labored, her energy clearly spent. She had done what no one thought possible—she had severed the connection between the Severed leader and the Veil, preventing the summoning from being completed. But it had come at a price.

"They'll always be back," Elara said softly, her voice barely audible. "The void doesn't sleep. It's always waiting, always pressing against the edges of our world."

Cole nodded, the weight of her words settling over him like a shroud. Even with the Severed defeated and the ancient being banished, the threat was far from over. The void was still there, lurking in the shadows, and the Severed were relentless in their pursuit of its power.

He glanced at Elara, who was still trembling slightly from the strain of using the amulet. "You did it," Cole said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You stopped them."

Elara looked up at him, her eyes hollow with exhaustion. "For now," she echoed Selene's earlier words. "But there are more Knots, more weak points. And the Severed know where to find them."

Marcus, standing a few feet away, let out a long breath. "We need to get out of here," he said, his voice low but urgent. "The void's presence may have weakened, but we can't stay here. This place isn't safe."

Cole knew he was right. The sanctuary, once a place of ancient power, had been corrupted by the Severed's summoning ritual. Even though they had stopped the worst from happening, the air still felt thick with the remnants of void energy, like a wound that had yet to fully heal.

"We'll rest for a moment, then head back down the mountain," Cole said, though he could feel the exhaustion settling deep into his bones. Every step felt heavier than the last, and his body ached from the strain of the battle.

Elara nodded, her body sagging as she sank to the ground, still clutching the amulet. Selene knelt beside her, offering her a small flask of water. The fire in Selene's eyes had dimmed, but there was a quiet determination still burning within her. She was ready for the next fight, even though they had only just finished this one.

As they rested, Cole took a moment to survey the battlefield. The bodies of the Severed lay scattered across the snow, their dark robes blending with the shadows cast by the fading light of the day. The air was still cold, the wind biting at his skin, but there was an eerie stillness now, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.

Cole's gaze drifted toward the horizon, where the sky was growing darker, heavy with the promise of more snow. It was peaceful, almost serene, but it was a false peace. He knew that this was only a temporary reprieve. The Severed had been dealt a blow, but they were far from defeated.

"They'll come back stronger," Cole muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "They always do."

Marcus, who had been standing nearby, overheard him and nodded. "They will. And next time, we might not be so lucky."

Cole sighed, the weight of their situation pressing down on him. The Severed had nearly succeeded this time. They had come dangerously close to unleashing an ancient power that would have consumed everything. And if they had that kind of knowledge, that kind of determination, it was only a matter of time before they tried again.

"We need to regroup," Marcus said, his voice steady. "We need to find the next Knot before they do."

Selene, her expression thoughtful, added, "And we need to understand more about this ancient being they're trying to summon. If it's tied to the void, there has to be a way to stop it permanently."

Elara, her voice soft but resolute, spoke up. "There's more to this than just the Severed. I can feel it. The Veil... it's not just fraying because of the void. There's something else, something deeper that we're missing."

Cole frowned, the unease in Elara's voice sending a chill down his spine. He had sensed it too—the deeper currents beneath the surface, the subtle shifts in the threads of the Veil that felt like more than just the void's influence.

"We'll figure it out," Cole said, though the words felt hollow. "We have to."

The group fell silent, the weight of their task looming over them like a dark cloud. The battle may have been won, but the war was far from over. They had stopped the Severed from unleashing the void this time, but they couldn't afford to let their guard down. The Knots were still vulnerable, and the Severed were still out there, plotting their next move.

"We'll rest here for a moment longer," Marcus said, his tone calm but commanding. "Then we head back down the mountain. We need to report what we've learned and prepare for the next step."

Cole nodded, though his mind was already racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. They had to be faster, smarter. They had to stay one step ahead of the Severed, or everything they had fought for would be for nothing.

As the wind howled around them, Cole stared up at the darkening sky, his heart heavy with the knowledge that their journey was far from over. The void was waiting, watching, and it would strike again when they were least prepared.

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