The dust had not yet settled when silence fell across the ruined battlefield. The last fragments of stone clattered down from top of the massive hole, skidding to stillness around the massive crater where Calithar stood.
His breath came in short gasps, each inhale a sharp sting in his chest. The ground was torn apart around him in spiraling fractures that radiated outward like the ribs of a shattered earth.
He stared at the space where Xavriel had disappeared. Nothing moved. Not a whisper of his presence lingered. Not a trace of his laughter and no shadow of his malicious aura. It was as though the air itself had swallowed him whole. As though he had never been there. Who knew so much could happen in one day?
