The stillness stretched on for several long, agonizing minutes before anyone dared move. Gianna remained kneeling at the center of the chamber, Luna still cradled against her chest, the golden glow slowly fading from her daughter's wrist back into its usual faint, steady pulse. The healers lowered their hands one by one, exhausted and trembling, several of them sinking to the floor entirely, their reserves of strength utterly depleted."Did it work?" Gianna asked, her voice hoarse, barely daring to hope.Corwin moved carefully toward the chamber's entrance, past Nolan who still stood guard with his sword raised, and peered out through one of the narrow windows lining the corridor. What he saw made him exhale slowly, some of the tension easing from his shoulders, though not entirely."It's retreated," he said. "Not gone. But it's pulled back toward the fissure, as though reassessing."Nolan lowered his sword slightly, moving to look for himself, and Gianna rose unsteadily to her feet,
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