The Divide shimmered like a freshly polished mirror, its surface trembling as the final threads settled into their rightful places. The four companions stood in the aftermath of their immense struggle, the air thick with the echoes of their victory. The heart, now pulsating with a steady, harmonious rhythm, floated serenely above them, its light bathing the realm in hues of gold and white. Yet, even in this moment of triumph, a sense of unease lingered, like the silence before a storm.
Liora's arms fell to her sides, her shoulders slumping as exhaustion threatened to take her. The glow in her eyes dimmed slightly, though the determination there remained steadfast. She turned to the others, her voice soft but resolute.
"It's done," she said, her words carrying both relief and a trace of uncertainty. "The Divide is whole again. But… it feels different. Alive."
