The platform was silent.
Kael stood over Lucien's lifeless body, his chest heaving, his hands still trembling from the power he had held in his hands a moment earlier. His silver fur that cascaded over his head like a waterfall had receded back to its original form.
Once again, he had returned to his original self, a bipedal creature, a mix of human and a wolf.
However, his condition remained fragile.
He had suffered multiple bruises; blood seeped out of open wounds even as he stood idle.
Valen was just beside him, his condition just as terrible as Kael's. He was bleeding, and he staggered as if he couldn't even bring himself to stand straight.
Though Kael had reverted to his normal self, the same couldn't be said about Valen. Those bark-like cracks still lingered on his skin, etched like tattoos that refused to fade.
However, the glow in his eyes was dimming, almost as if receding its presence.
Together, the two stared at the corpse, their chest rising and falling.
