The silence that followed the fall of the Source was profound, suffocating in its stillness. Kael stood amidst the remnants of the battle, his sword heavy in his hand, its glow fading as the last of the dark energy ebbed away. The cavern around him, once alive with the crackling fury of the vortex, now seemed oddly peaceful. The air was clearer, almost expectant, as if waiting for the next chapter of their story to unfold.
Morgana stood beside him, her staff still glowing faintly, but even she seemed to be caught in the stillness of the moment. It was a victory, yet it felt like an exhale after years of holding one's breath.
"We've done it," Morgana whispered, almost as if testing the words, unsure whether they truly held weight in the face of everything they had endured.
