A gentle breeze stirred the dry earth. Dust lifted into the air, and the once-still stream now trickled faintly, its sound slicing through the silence like a quiet melody of relief amidst lingering tension. A small group of soldiers stood motionless, eyes locked on the slowly fading gray smoke.
After witnessing the kind of explosives Adyr had shown them earlier, the fact that he could now create such dense smoke with a much smaller item didn't surprise them. He was a practitioner—one who wielded powers born of the Unknown. What they did never required a logical explanation.
"Lady Vesha... do you think...?" Siris spoke hesitantly, her eyes never leaving the thinning veil of smoke.
The battle had started loud, chaotic. But for some time now, that noise had been swallowed by this shifting gray curtain. And the silence within had grown more unsettling with each passing second.
