Though life seemed idyllic, the shadows of their past lingered in quiet moments. Sia would sometimes wake in the night, her dreams haunted by flashes of their trials—the temple, the specters, the villainous scientist.
Anthony always seemed to sense her unease. "It's over now, Sia," he would whisper, pulling her close. "We're free."
But Sia knew that freedom was fragile. The weight of their choices, the legacy of the Stone, and Kael's future all hung in delicate balance.
One day, as she walked along the coral gardens, she noticed a faint glow in the distance. It was the Stone, faintly pulsing in its chamber.
"It's just a reminder," she told herself, but her unease grew.