The aftermath of Abomination's annihilation was as calm as it was unexpected. With the corrupted demon finally vanquished, the skies cleared in an instant, casting golden light upon a world once cloaked in darkness.
The deathly flames that had turned the land into a hellish reflection of the Demon Realm flickered out, leaving scorched earth slowly beginning to heal. Even the seas, once turbulent and blackened, stirred with signs of recovery as peace quietly reclaimed its place.
Amidst this fragile serenity, Yue cradled Amon in her arms in a gentle princess carry. Her slender frame lacked the raw strength to hold him alone, so she lightened his weight with a touch of telekinesis, ensuring he rested comfortably against her.
Amon, unconscious and utterly defenceless, lay still—perhaps for the first time in either of Yue's two lives. The sight stirred a conflicted ache in her heart: a smile touched her lips at his survival, yet a shadow of worry crept in, seeing him so vulnerable.
