The cavern collapsed inward, its walls crumbling as the infection's lifeline was severed.
The crimson mist dissipated, leaving nothing but silence and the faint glow of residual flux.
Linsley stared into the dark void left behind by the obliterated Abyssal Rift, his white flux faintly pulsing as if reflecting his thoughts.
"The Umbra Continent is clear," he said. His voice, calm yet sharp, cut through the silence. "But the Outer Gods aren't done. We still haven't dealt with the Atlantis Continent."
Ted rolled his shoulders, his brown flux flickering as it dissipated. "Let's not get too comfortable. If the rift here was any indication, Atlantis won't be a walk in the park."
Lucy's golden light dimmed as she rested her spear against her shoulder. Her gaze remained steady, despite the weight of the battles ahead. "True. But we'll handle it, just like we handled this."
