Castella reemerged from the dissolution like a fractured mirror, piecing itself back together. Its streets and buildings were restored, but scarred, with cracked walls etched with the memory of flames, and charred patches where infernos had bitten deep before vanishing into nothingness.
The air hung heavy with smoke and the faint, acrid tang of burned stone, but the blaze itself was gone, snuffed out as if it had never been.
Everyone found themselves scattered in confusion, dispatched to different locations across the town.
Maël blinked on a side street, his golden aura flickering as he glanced around at bewildered civilians rubbing their eyes, murmuring disjointed questions to the empty air.
Astros materialized in a marketplace, his Celestial Mandalas dissolving mid-spin, leaving him among a crowd of citizens who staggered, whispering in bewilderment, their faces pale under the lingering violet haze.
"What... what happened?" one muttered, clutching a singed cloak.
