Jeremy stood in the ruined throne room, the silence almost deafening after the tumultuous battle.
The once grand hall, now a desolate wasteland of shattered stone and lingering shadows, seemed to hold its breath as if in anticipation of what was to come.
The divine and dark energies coursing through his veins were like twin rivers, surging with a power that felt both exhilarating and dangerous.
He had become something more, something greater than he had ever dreamed possible.
But with this power came the realization that his journey was far from over.
This battle had been a mere skirmish in the greater war that loomed on the horizon.
Jeremy's eyes, still glowing faintly with the remnants of the battle, scanned the ruined throne room.
The echoes of the Demon God's last roar of defiance seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving only the heavy silence in its wake.
