As they stepped out of the chamber, the weight of victory pressed heavily on their shoulders. The air outside felt different—charged with a fresh energy that hinted at new beginnings. Stella took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs. The chaos they had fought through was behind them, but the remnants of the battle still lingered in the streets of their city.
"Look," Finn said, pointing down the corridor. "People are starting to gather."
A crowd was forming, drawn by the aftermath of the battle and the energy that pulsed through the city. Shadows of fear and despair still loomed, but hope flickered like a candle in the dark. As they approached, the faces in the crowd began to change from fearful apprehension to tentative relief.
"Stella!" a voice cried out, breaking through the murmur of the crowd. It was Lyra, her eyes wide with concern. "Is it true? Did you defeat him?"
