The dust of the temple hall settled slowly, the air thick with the remnants of dark energy that had been banished. Morgana took a moment to steady herself, her heart still racing from the confrontation. The echoes of the dark figure's final words reverberated in her mind, a haunting reminder that their battle was far from over.
Elias stepped forward, brushing off the debris from his clothes, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Did we really just do that?" he asked, a laugh bubbling up. "We actually took down that dark figure!"
Kirin nodded, still gripping the Heart of Oaths, which pulsed with a steady rhythm in his hands. "But the threat isn't gone. We've merely scratched the surface." He looked toward the remnants of the ritual, now a tangle of overturned torches and scattered relics. "We need to ensure that this power doesn't fall into the wrong hands again."
