The forest was quiet, but its silence was not one of peace. It was the stillness before a storm, thick with anticipation and heavy with the sense of unfinished business. Kael, Morgana, and Rowan stood amidst the aftermath of their victory, their bodies weary but their spirits undaunted. The grove, once suffused with dark energy, was now bathed in a pale light, the trees casting long shadows as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon.
"We've done it," Kael said, his voice rough, as if the weight of the battle still hung on his shoulders.
Morgana looked at him, her brow furrowed. "For now. But I can still feel it... the echo of the Riftborn's power. Its influence hasn't fully dissipated."
Rowan's gaze drifted toward the horizon, his expression grave. "You're right, Morgana. The Riftborn may be sealed, but the rift itself has not been fully closed. There are forces at play beyond our understanding, forces that have been awakened by this conflict."
