C15 Echoes of the Flame

The portal’s light didn't just fade; it dissolved like spun sugar in warm rain, leaving behind a profound, velvety silence. Eveline blinked, her eyes adjusting from the chaotic brilliance of magic to the soft, deep indigo of a twilight meadow. Dew-kissed grass, cool and impossibly green, brushed against her boots. The air was thick, not with the acrid tang of the abyss or spent magic