Lyra, Raven, and the city mages stood victorious over Nyx's defeated form. Kaelara and Lirien were shaken but unharmed, thanks to Lyra's quick thinking.
As they caught their breath, Lyra surveyed the chamber. The walls, once dark and foreboding, now seemed to glow with a soft, golden light. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of gentle chanting filled the air.
"What's happening?" Lyra asked, her voice echoing off the walls.
Raven grinned. "The city's magic is responding to our victory. It's healing itself."
Kaelara nodded. "And restoring balance to the city's energies."
Lirien's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I can feel it too! The city's pulse is beating stronger now."
As they watched, the chamber began to transform around them. The stone walls cracked and crumbled, revealing hidden passageways and secret chambers. The air grew lighter, and the darkness receded.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was an ancient being, its eyes shining with wisdom and power.
"Greetings, Lyra," it said in a voice like thunder. "You have freed the city from Nyx's grasp. You have restored balance to its energies."
Lyra approached the being, awed by its grandeur. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I am Elara, the city's patron deity," it replied. "I have been awakened by your bravery and determination. You have earned my gratitude."
Elara's gaze swept over Lyra and her companions. "You have proven yourselves worthy of great rewards. I will grant you each a single wish, as a token of my appreciation."