As Morgana and Kirin emerged from the radiant chamber, the world around them felt different. The air was clearer, and the skies above were a brilliant shade of blue that stretched infinitely. The oppressive weight of the trials, the shadow of uncertainty that had followed them for so long, seemed to have lifted. But even in this newfound light, they both knew the journey was far from over.
The Heart of Oaths, now resting within Morgana, pulsed softly with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. Its power coursed through her veins, filling her with a profound sense of responsibility. She could feel its ancient knowledge humming beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to be fully unleashed.
Kirin walked beside her, his sword sheathed at his side, his eyes scanning the horizon. "It feels… peaceful, doesn't it?" he asked, his voice low as if afraid to disturb the tranquility.
