Like Zyren had said, it didn't take long before the chaos outside finally dissolved into silence.
Where they had been a lot of shouting and screams and even loud growls soon it became clear that something had shifted as a strange calm filled the air.
The shrieks, snarls, and sounds of tearing flesh that had echoed through the city faded one by one until only the crackle of dying fires and the distant groans of the wounded remained. Smoke hung low in the air, thick and acrid, clinging to stone walls and broken structures like a suffocating veil. The aftermath of battle lay scattered everywhere—bodies torn apart, black blood smeared across the ground and walls, the remains of Zygons twisted into unnatural shapes that barely resembled living beings anymore.
Inside the structure they had taken refuge in, Aria slowly drew in a breath.
