As the climactic battle raged in its frenzy, it suddenly snapped to an end. The figures locked in combat faded like mist, their shouts swallowed by silence. From the ruins of the great kingdom, the broken stones trembled, shifting and pulling themselves into place. Cracked avenues stitched themselves together like healing scars. Fallen pillars rolled upright and slotted into sockets that remembered them. Roads laced like silver threads across a blackened tapestry, and the wind that had carried ash and screams now swept the streets with a monk's quiet broom.
A timelapse unfolded, as if centuries were being compressed into seconds. Where once towers burned and walls lay shattered, a temple slowly emerged, rising layer upon layer above the charred ground.
