Bob took a deep breath, the weight of the battle finally beginning to lift from his shoulders. His heart still raced, but it wasn't with the adrenaline of combat; now, it was with the realization that this moment of victory, though hard-won, was just the beginning. Disaster's defeat had cleared the path, but the work of rebuilding their world was far from over. It was a thought that both filled him with purpose and a quiet fear of the unknown.
"Freya's right," he said, turning to face his companions. "This victory is only the first step. We've taken down the darkness, but there's a long road ahead—one of rebuilding, of healing, of making sure we don't fall into the same traps that brought Disaster into this world in the first place."
Felicia nodded, her expression somber. "The people here have proven they're strong, but they'll need guidance. Not just to defend themselves, but to reclaim their homes, their lives."
