"We have to finish this!" Darian urged, his sword still gleaming with fresh combat. "He won't give up easily."
Wei Lin nodded, her focus unwavering. "Stay sharp. We've turned the tide, but the battle isn't over yet."
As the Void Sect's forces began to retreat, their morale shattered by the loss of their leader's power, the group regrouped on the ridge. The air was thick with the remnants of magic and the scent of smoke. The landscape, once filled with the chaos of battle, was now eerily quiet.
Wei Lin took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the horizon. "We need to secure the Codex and assess the damage. There might be more coming."
Darian wiped sweat from his brow, his expression thoughtful. "We've made a significant impact, but we need to be ready for whatever comes next."
Mara sheathed her blade, her eyes scanning the ridge for any signs of danger. "Let's regroup and plan our next move. We can't afford to relax just yet."
