3RD PERSON POV
The silence of the temple's inner sanctum was a searing insult. It was the absolute, deafening quiet that follows a catastrophic defeat. Vorath, Lord of the Shadow Court, stood amidst the shattered remnants of his meticulously planned ritual, his fury a tangible, oppressive force that made the very air crackle. The golden light of the Moon Goddess had long since faded, but the memory of her judgment, the cold, piercing clarity of her gaze that had sliced through his glamour and his ambition, remained. She had not struck him down; she had merely seen him, exposed him, and rendered his power inert just long enough for Alaric and Elias to dismantle his victory.
