Sorry this is the continuation of chapter 54
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The courtyard lay in eerie silence, bathed in the flickering aftermath of moonlight and magic. The battle was over. The world, which had moments ago burned with demonic fury, now hung still—like a breath held too long.
Raelius's body, twisted and blackened from within, lay motionless in the rubble, smoke curling from the cracks in his burned flesh. The lingering scent of scorched earth and demonic mana clung to the air like death itself.
And Kaidën stood over him.
Not as a victor.
But as something else.
Rain began to fall—not in torrents, but as a quiet, rhythmic drizzle. It pattered against the ruined tiles and washed the blood from Kaidën's face. Each drop slid over his skin like a whisper of judgment.
His twin daggers, still half-drawn in his hands, pulsed once with residual energy before dimming, the strange mix of divine and dark aura fading into invisibility.
