Silence reigned across the Third Layer.
The city that had once stood as its beating heart was now broken beyond recognition. Every building lay in ruins, reduced to shattered stone and twisted metal. Streets were cracked open, stained dark with blood, and the air itself carried the lingering weight of destruction. The battlefield no longer roared with conflict—only the aftermath remained.
The Sovereigns stood amid the devastation, struggling to regulate their breathing. More than one of them bore wounds that had reached deep into their internal organs, injuries that would normally demand immediate and extensive treatment. Their bodies trembled from exhaustion, their energy reserves stretched thin after the relentless clash. And yet, despite the cost, wide smiles rested on their faces.
They had won.
