The void trembled as the remnants of the dark entities dissolved, leaving behind an unsettling stillness that permeated the air. Petne and Bella stood amidst the shattered remnants of the platform, their breaths heavy, their bodies and souls strained from the relentless battle.
The oppressive energy of the void had receded, but there was no sense of victory, only a lingering tension, as if the void itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next wave of darkness to descend.
Petne's senses were on high alert, every fiber of his being screaming that this trial was far from over. He could feel the echoes of the battle still reverberating through his soul, a reminder that the next phase was coming, and it would be even more grueling.
He could feel his connection to his infinite soul power, but it was distant, as if it was behind a veil he couldn't fully pierce.
