The silence hung thick around Cruzer and Elara as they stood in awe, their breaths barely stirring the air within the grand hall.
The ancient power in the cavern seemed to ripple around them, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond they had forged not only with each other but with the island's core.
As they gathered their thoughts, the symbols on the walls dimmed, leaving only a faint glow that seemed to pulse in harmony with their own heartbeats.
Cruzer's grip on the Abyssal Shardblade tightened, his connection to the void and elements feeling stronger, more refined.
Each breath seemed to resonate with the island's core, a symphony of energies bound to the earth, air, fire, water—and the void within him.
Elara's staff shimmered faintly, attuned to the harmony she had achieved with the elements.
