As Elara and her companions ascended from the depths of the sanctuary, the weight of their victory hung in the air, tempered by the knowledge that their journey was not yet complete. The corridor leading back to the surface was dim, but the light of the purified Source radiated from within them, guiding their steps. Each of them felt a renewed sense of purpose, as if the crystal's light had seeped into their very souls, strengthening their resolve.
When they finally emerged into the open air, the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the ruins. The transformation was palpable. The oppressive atmosphere that had once clung to the ancient city was gone, replaced by a peaceful stillness. The wind whispered gently through the crumbling structures, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth, as if the land itself was breathing a sigh of relief.
