The light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the remnants of the battlefield. The air was still heavy with the aftershocks of the clash between the Heart of the World and the Abyss, but there was a strange sense of calm in the air, as if the land itself was taking its first deep breath after a long, suffocating nightmare.
Emily trudged ahead with her companions, their footsteps slow and heavy, their bodies aching from the battle that had just ended. The Heart of the World, still in her hand, gave off a faint glow, but it felt like a different object now—no longer a weapon or a force of destruction, but a reminder of all they had sacrificed.
Beside her, Aiden was quiet, his sword still sheathed. Seraphina walked with her usual grace, though her expression was one of quiet reflection. Thalia and Caelum followed close behind, both of them exchanging brief glances, still uncertain about what lay ahead.
