The mont the pact broke, the world began unraveling.
Not violently. Quietly.
Spells stopped working. Runes turned to ash. Familiar enchantnts dissolved like mist. Even the Codex went blank.
"I can’t feel the ley lines," Valmira whispered, panicked.
Seraphina looked down at her hands. "I can’t cast anymore."
Even Lilith swayed, her breath uneven. "It’s fading."
Magic... had died.
And in its place?
A silence so deep it scread.
But I could still feel sothing—burning low in my chest.
The First Fla.
The last magic left.
And it was mine alone.
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