The city of Numinara was a bustling hub of activity as the sun set on the horizon. The Guardians had been hailed as heroes, and the people celebrated their return with a grand festival. Colorful banners fluttered in the evening breeze, and laughter filled the air as performers entertained the crowds with music, dance, and fire displays that mirrored Erevan's flames.
Amidst the festivities, the Guardians found themselves gathered on a balcony overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking—the city's spires bathed in the warm glow of lanterns, and the stars beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky.
Aria leaned against the railing, her eyes scanning the scene below. "It's incredible, isn't it? The city has come to life again."
Lira nodded, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her staff. "It's like the very soul of Numinara has been rekindled."
