The storm of magic settled around them, the echoes of the fierce battle fading into the wind as Lumi, Cyana, Heath, and June stood victorious over Erick and his loyalists. The air was still sharp with cold, but the suffocating darkness of Erick's power had receded, leaving only the icy mountain winds and the steady pulse of Glaciel in Lumi's hands.
Lumi's heart still raced as she caught her breath, her grip tightening on the hammer. Erick lay defeated behind them, his arrogant smirk gone, replaced by bitter hatred and exhaustion. But despite his fall, Lumi knew they couldn't afford to waste any more time.
"The sanctuary's just ahead," Heath said, his voice calm but urgent. "We need to secure the relic before Erick's allies regroup."
Cyana stepped forward, her eyes meeting Lumi's. There was a flicker of concern behind her stormy gaze, but also a quiet strength. "Are you alright, Lumi?"
