The New Dawn. The new dawn

The silence that followed the collapse of Vires's fortress was not the peace Layla had yearned for, but a hollow, ringing emptiness. It settled over the scarred landscape, muffling the cries of the wounded and the whispers of the wind through ruined cities. Her triumph, hard-won and soaked in the blood of countless allies, tasted metallic on her tongue, leaving an acrid burn in her throat. The victory against Vires was absolute, yet it felt incomplete, a chapter closed but a story far from finished.
The world was still reeling, a raw wound exposed to the elements. Days bled into weeks, marked only by the grim task of sifting through rubble and tending to the desperate survivors.