The Celestial Heist

Chapter 237: Shadows of the Fallen

The realm was quieter now, but the silence was not a comfort. It was heavy, oppressive—the kind that weighed on the soul and made every breath feel like a struggle. Naya moved slowly around the stabilizing anchor point, her magic weaving through its fractured surface in delicate, precise patterns. Each thread of light she spun seemed to pulse with a faint echo of Lyria’s presence, but it was only a memory. The Guardian was gone, and the burden of restoring the Balance was now theirs alone.

“Almost there,” Lyra murmured beside her, her fingers flying over her device’s controls. Runes shimmered in the air around the anchor, delicate and complex, binding the unstable energy back into its core. “Just a little more…”

Naya’s hands trembled slightly, but she pushed the fear and doubt aside, focusing on the rhythm of the magic—the steady, pulsing beat of the anchor’s power beneath the corruption that still lingered. With a final, careful twist, she sealed the last thread of energy, and the an