The whispers grew faint once more, the prophecy's hold on them waning as they prepared to face their ultimate challenge. The Heart of the Cosmos pulsed with energy, a living testament to their triumph over the shadows within. They had conquered their fears and doubts, their hearts now pure vessels for the power that flowed through them.
---
The group set out, the whispers of fate a distant memory. They had become the guardians of balance, their swords and spells a beacon of hope in the multiverse. The Heart of the Cosmos sang to them, a gentle reminder of the great responsibility they bore.
---
The whispers grew faint, the prophecy's echo a soft lullaby in their minds. Yet, the whispers of the cosmos remained, a constant reminder that their journey was far from over. The Heart of the Cosmos, now a part of them, whispered of the endless battles that awaited, of the eternal struggle against the forces that sought to tip the scales.
---
