The light finally faded, retracting upon itself in one last luminous breath, like a dying star. The cracked walls of the dungeon still trembled, emitting a requiem of stone and metal a low, continuous rumbling, as if the very foundations of this cursed place wept for the explosion that had just ravaged its essence. Ashes, remnants of a life now extinguished, swirled in the tainted air, dancing in tragically graceful spirals before slowly settling onto the blackened ground tiny ghosts of a past still warm.
Isaac reappeared, his translucent body regaining physical consistency in painful fragments. His feet touched the ground with sudden brutality, as if gravity itself was punishing him for his survival. His breath—the breath she no longer had was short, ragged, each inhalation a torment that burned his lungs.
