Elixir’s POVThe silence after war always feels heavier than the war itselfBecause it’s in the silence that grief becomes realIt’s where names echo without answersWhere you remember who didn’t survive, and who came back... wrongThe Grove still stoodBarelyTrees scorched, soil trembling beneath our feet, the scent of ash and old gods thick in the windBut we were aliveThe Alphas beside meThe rogue packs behind meThe veil no longer howlingBut watchingAlways watchingSoren was the first to speak after hours of eerie stillness“We won,” he said softly, not with pride but caution. “But it wasn’t a victory.”Lucian cleaned his blade beside the shrine, quiet, blood staining the wraps around his forearmEwen hadn’t spoken since the battle endedHe just stood beside the ruined altar, eyes locked on the sky like it might fall if he blinkedThey each carried their own acheNot of bodyOf spiritI did tooBecause something inside me still buzzedNot with powerWith absenceLike the thin
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