The last to find was Yuria.
She dragged a broken conduit behind her—what used to be a lightning channeler.
"Watch this," she said.
I did.
She climbed a shattered tower, placed the conduit against the storm, and waited.
Lightning struck.
The tower shook.
And the conduit humd.
Not magic.
Just science.
Raw, reckless, beautiful energy.
She grinned at , wind whipping her hair. "Told you I could still make it spark."
I laughed.
And for the first ti since magic died...
...I believed again.
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