The stillness that followed their victory was deceiving. The echoes of the battle, the energy, and the pressure, though subdued, still lingered in the air like an ominous shadow. Elara stood in the center of the chamber, the relic still humming softly by her side, its power now a low thrum compared to the storm of energy they had just unleashed.
Despite the silence, the city of Eldorim had not settled. The very foundation seemed to pulse with the weight of something more, something ancient and far more dangerous than any of them had anticipated. It was as though the relic had torn open a door that had remained shut for centuries. And now, whatever was behind that door was waiting.
"We need to leave," Morgana said, her voice breaking the silence. She had stepped closer to Elara, her hands still trembling from the effort of the spell. "The city is still unstable. Who knows what else we've disturbed?"
