đź’” Chapter Eighteen: The Price of the Anchor and the Shattered Moon.Â
​The corridor was a scene of catastrophic devastation. Shards of twisted, blackened iron lay everywhere, and dust choked the cold air, stinging my eyes and lungs. The violent expulsion of energy, fueled by Kael's life force, had created a tunnel of escape, but it had consumed the Conductor in the process. The fortress walls groaned ominously around me, the whole structure settling into the wounds inflicted by the repeated magical detonations.
