After enduring the brutal trials of the tower, Petne and Bella stepped into the next floor, a calm twilight realm that immediately struck them with its serenity. Above, the sky was a delicate blend of fading lavender and deep gold, casting a soft glow over the tranquil forest clearing.
The cool evening breeze gently rustled the glowing leaves of the towering trees around them. It was a stark contrast to the chaos they had just survived.
"We should rest," Bella murmured, her voice carrying the exhaustion she felt. Petne nodded, the weight of battle heavy on his own shoulders.
They had fought relentlessly, but here, beneath the twilight sky, it felt like they could finally breathe.
