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Chapter 195 – Erasing the Scars of War
Chapter 195 – Erasing the Scars of War
The dawn sun rose sluggishly over Raven Tower, casting a muted glow over the battlefield. The storm of war had passed, leaving behind a landscape marred by fire and blood. The once-pristine land surrounding the fortress now bore the weight of battle—blackened earth, shattered stone, and twisted remnants of weapons half-buried in the soil. Even the very air carried the lingering scent of ash, steel, and death.
At the gates of the tower, Seraphis stood, motionless, her white hair catching the wind.
She surveyed the ruin before her with an unreadable expression. In her mind, she saw the battle once more—the flashes of magic, the clash of steel, the anguished cries of the fallen. Hundreds had perished here, their final moments etched into the very land. The battlefield was no longer a place of victory. It was a graveyard of memories.
She exhaled slowly.
That would change today.
Turning to her warriors, now clad in freshly forged black armor bearing the white raven sigil, she issued a single command.
"Guard the tower. Let none interfere."
A chorus of affirmations rang out as her soldiers spread into formation, securing the perimeter. They stood like statues—silent, unwavering, their golden weapons gleaming in the pale morning light.
With the area secured, Seraphis stepped forward, her boots pressing into the ruined earth. It was time to erase the scars of war.
Mending the Wounds of the Land
She raised her hand.
A pulse of golden light flickered at her fingertips, its glow gentle yet immense. Beneath her, the very earth seemed to stir—a deep, ancient force awakening in response to her call.
Seraphis knelt, pressing her palm against the scorched ground. Magic surged forth, spreading like molten veins through the soil.
Slowly, the battlefield began to heal.
The blackened dirt lightened, its charred remains dissolving as fresh grass pushed through. The deep gouges in the earth—left by explosions, spells, and the weight of fallen bodies—began to close. Where once there had been only ruin, greenery flourished.
Scattered remnants of war—broken swords, shattered armor, the twisted steel of siege weapons—were swallowed by the earth, vanishing as if they had never existed.
The air, once thick with the scent of blood and smoke, grew lighter. A breeze rolled across the field, carrying with it the fragrance of fresh soil, wildflowers, and rain.
Seraphis stood amidst the renewal, her white eyes reflecting the transformation.
But her work was far from done.
Restoring the Forest
Beyond the field, the ancient forest that surrounded Raven Tower had suffered. The trees bore the marks of battle—charred bark, broken branches, leaves reduced to smoldering embers.
Seraphis strode forward.
She swept her hands in a slow, deliberate motion. The forest responded.
Deep beneath the soil, roots twisted and coiled, fusing together to mend shattered trunks. Bark knitted itself, sealing over raw wounds. Branches stretched skyward, new leaves unfurling in lush emerald waves.
Fallen trees, their ancient forms split by war, rose once more, their forms reforged by magic. The cracks along their trunks smoothed as their lifeblood flowed anew.
As the renewal spread, birds began to return, their cautious calls breaking the lingering silence. Squirrels darted between the newly restored branches, and the once-ruined woodland breathed again.
Seraphis placed a hand against the nearest tree. She could feel the land healing.
And she pressed on.
Purging the Remnants of War
Though the field and forest had been restored, there was still one final stain left behind—the remnants of the enemy.
Across the land, the corpses of fallen vampires lay scattered, their blackened armor and tainted weapons still seething with dark energy.
Seraphis would not allow their corruption to linger.
She summoned fire.
A pillar of pure white flame erupted from her palm, consuming the vampire remnants instantly.
The cursed weapons, twisted by their foul magic, melted into nothingness. The armor, stained with the blood of the damned, crumbled to ash.
Dark energy, once festering within the remnants, dissipated, purged by Seraphis’s will.
She lifted her hands to the wind, scattering the last of the ashes.
Nothing of the enemy would remain.
Rebuilding Raven Tower
The final task awaited her.
She turned her gaze to Raven Tower—her home, her fortress, the last bastion of her warriors.
Its walls, once unbreakable, now bore deep scars—crumbling stone, shattered battlements, broken gates left hanging by ruined hinges. The banners that had once flown proudly were now tattered ghosts, torn by the fury of battle.
This would not stand.
Seraphis stepped forward and placed her hands upon the fortress walls.
A deep resonance filled the air.
The tower itself responded.
Cracks in the stone sealed themselves shut. Fallen bricks rose from the ground, slotting back into place as if guided by unseen hands. The broken gates repaired, reforged in an instant, gleaming with renewed strength.
And high above, the banners of Raven Tower unfurled once more, their white raven insignia bold against the wind.
The fortress stood restored—stronger, prouder, untouchable.
But Seraphis was not yet finished.
The Final Enchantment
She raised her arms one last time.
Above her, ancient golden runes spiraled into existence, forming a constellation of symbols in the air. Their glow pulsed with raw power, radiating across the land.
She spoke a single word.
The runes descended, embedding themselves into the ground, the walls, the very air itself.
A spell of protection.
From this moment forward, any enemy who dared step foot upon this land would feel their strength drained, their will broken, their power stripped away.
Raven Tower would never fall again.