The ruins of Kael'Thorne stood in uneasy silence, the kind that came after something vast and violent had reshaped the world. Dust still curled in the air, drifting in ghostly tendrils before settling over the broken remains of the temple district. The leyline had quieted, but its fractured energy pulsed faintly beneath the stone, the echo of something that refused to die completely.
I turned my gaze over the battlefield, cataloging every detail with the precision of a blade being sharpened. Most of the city remained intact—miraculously so. The meltdown had threatened to unravel Kael'Thorne entirely, yet the damage was surgical. Entire sections of the temple district had collapsed or warped beyond recognition, but the rest of the city? Spared. That wasn't natural.
Something—or someone—had guided the destruction.
