Freya's words lingered in the air, heavy with resolve. She turned to the others, her eyes glinting with a fiery determination. "We've lost too much to stop now. Bob gave his life for something bigger than us, and we owe it to him to see it through."
Apollo nodded, though his expression remained solemn. "The void may be contained, but the scars it left behind won't heal overnight. There are still places corrupted, people suffering. If balance was Bob's goal, then we'll finish the work he started."
Felicia hesitated, her gaze drawn back to the fragments of the Core. She crouched and picked up a shard, its faint warmth spreading through her fingers. "He didn't just leave us a task," she murmured. "He left us a lesson. We can't fight this like we've fought everything else. Balance isn't won with swords or daggers—it's built."
Freya placed a hand on her shoulder, her grip firm. "Then we build it. Together."
