Tian Feng and Mei Ling lay on the grassy field, catching their breath. The journey through the mountain had tested their limits, but the Heart of the Mountain now rested securely in Tian Feng's hands, its soft, golden light a symbol of their triumph.
"We made it," Mei Ling said, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and wonder. "We really made it."
Tian Feng nodded, gazing at the Heart. "But it seems our journey isn't over yet. Look."
He pointed towards the horizon where the shadow loomed, growing larger and more ominous with each passing moment. The air around them grew tense, a sense of foreboding settling over the tranquil field.
"We should move," Mei Ling suggested, her eyes narrowing as she studied the approaching darkness. "Whatever that is, we need to be ready."
