The storm outside the temple had not let up. Cold, biting winds howled through the canyon, carrying with them the bitter sting of ice. Elara pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, the weariness of the battle weighing heavily on her. Each step felt heavier than the last, but they couldn't stop. Not here. Not yet.
The remains of the temple loomed behind them, its once-mighty structure now reduced to crumbling ruins. They had stopped the ritual, sealed the portal, and defeated the Voidborne commander, but the sense of unease remained. The Voidborne's presence still clung to the air, as if the land itself had been tainted by their darkness.
Kirin walked beside her, his face pale from the exertion of breaking the ritual. His eyes scanned the horizon, ever watchful, ever wary. He hadn't spoken since they left the temple, but Elara could feel the weight of his thoughts.
