At the Spire's entrance, Myne stood beside Aiden, both of them breathing heavily as the battlefield grew silent. The remaining Abyssal forces had either fled or dissolved into nothingness, their connection to the Spire severed.
"You did it," Myne said, a faint smile on her lips.
Aiden nodded, his radiant sword fading back into its original form. "We did it. But it's not over yet. Let's regroup with Rick and Dren."
As they made their way toward the rendezvous point, Aiden glanced back at the Spire, now crumbling under its own weight. The battle was a victory, but the war against the Abyss was far from over.
For now, though, they had struck a decisive blow—and the light of hope burned brighter than ever.
