Novel & Cerita Chapter 6 Summary Of All Quiet On The Western Front

Darius The silence that followed the collapse of the dome was more deafening than the screaming of the souls. I stood in the centre of the clearing, my lungs burning as if I had inhaled shattered glass. My chest heaved, each breath a jagged struggle against the fading adrenaline that had turned my blood into liquid gold. The heat was receding, leaving me hollow and cold, the primal connection with my wolf settling into a low, exhausted hum at the back of my mind. I scanned the field. It looked like a graveyard of the living. All around us, the ribbons of light were sinking back into the husks of our people. Limbs twitched. Lungs gasped for air. We had won.