The golden light of dawn illuminated the ruins of Asphoros, casting long shadows over the remnants of what was once a vibrant city. Morgana sat on the cold ground, her breathing labored as she regained her strength. The Heart of Oaths lay beside her, its energy diminished but not extinguished.
Kirin helped her to her feet, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Morgana nodded slowly, brushing the dust from her robes. "I'm just... a bit drained. But we freed the spirits. They're at peace now."
Rowan stood nearby, her arms crossed as she surveyed the landscape. "What remains of the city isn't just rubble. There might be more trapped here—other remnants of Nyx's magic. We need to be cautious."
"Agreed," Gareth said, his voice firm as he surveyed the ruins. "Nyx's influence might still linger, even if we can't see it."
