Chapter 192. Kharon

Xerina’s POV

The wind carried an eerie stillness over the battlefield as the remnants of Morvan’s essence dissipated into the sky, leaving behind only the faint glow of the Grimoire cradled in my arms. The pack was silent, every face etched with the scars of battle and the weight of what we’d just endured. We had sealed Morvan and closed the rift, but the cost of that victory lay heavy in the air, a promise of darker days yet to come.

Rasmus’s hand slipped from mine, his eyes fixed on the spot where Morvan had vanished. The expression on his face was not one of relief or triumph but of grim determination, the kind that comes from knowing that this was only the beginning. He turned to face us, his jaw clenched, the lines of his face harder than I’d ever seen.

“We’ve won a reprieve, nothing more,” he said, his voice steady but cold. “Morvan is sealed, but not defeated. The Old Ones are still out there, still watching us. We’ve bought ourselves time, but that’s