The bright light was domineering, and Lumiel couldn't help but cover his eyes. Around him, the heroes stirred, gasping for air as they relished their newfound freedom. Some touched their faces, marveling at the absence of any scars or marks from their ordeal. The atmosphere was electric; joy radiated from each of them as they exchanged smiles, acknowledging their victory. Yet, that joy was short-lived.
A palpable tension filled the air as they sensed the presence of the enemy Lumiel had faced. The moment they recognized the figure of Prophet Isaias looming nearby, their expressions hardened. They understood what needed to be done; the fight was far from over. Their spirits, once buoyed by relief, transformed into steely determination.
