The night didn't return quietly. The golden eyes that had burned in the sky were gone, but their absence left a void that pressed against the world like a held breath. The air in the ruined clearing was heavy, charged with the lingering weight of divine judgment. The wind moved cautiously through the shattered trees, their splintered trunks glowing faintly with residual energy, as if afraid to disturb the aftermath of what had just transpired. The ground was scarred, littered with blackened craters and the faint shimmer of spent magic, a testament to the battle that had torn this place apart.