Maris lay unconscious, her body battered and drained from the overwhelming surge of power that had nearly consumed her. The remnants of the dungeon lay in ruins around her. The air was still, the silence deafening—an eerie calm after the storm of destruction.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a soft, ethereal sound—a gentle breeze that stirred the dust and debris, carrying with it a faint glow. The light grew brighter, illuminating the darkness that had settled over the ruins, until it coalesced into a majestic form. A White Pegasus, radiant and serene, appeared beside Maris. Its wings were wide and graceful, each feather shimmering with a celestial glow. The Pegasus lowered its head, touching its muzzle gently to Maris's cheek, as if urging her to wake.
