Chapter 393 - The Battle of Princes (5)

Mikhailis stood over Auron, letting the adrenaline settle in his veins. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, each breath trying to calm the storm still swirling within him. The echoes of their fierce battle had faded into unsettling silence, replaced by the faint hum of residual magic and the soft crackle of settling stone dust. The room around him was a shattered mess—broken pillars and crumbled marble, jagged stones scattered across the floor like the teeth of a fallen giant. Thin wisps of greyish mist still lingered, swirling aimlessly like forgotten ghosts, carrying with them the bitter tang of metal and charred ozone.