The climb from the sanctuary's depths was silent, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the lingering hum of stabilized magic. The golden glow of the Heart's restored power had faded, but the memories of its trial lingered in Valen's mind like a brand. He glanced at his companions as they trudged forward, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and relief.
"We did it," Seraphine finally said, her voice breaking the silence.
"For now," Aylara added, her tone measured. "The seals are stable, but we know the Black Vow won't stop here."
Kael scoffed, his frustration evident in his movements as he adjusted his grip on his sword. "Why is it always us who have to clean up this mess?"
"Because no one else can," Valen replied evenly, his voice carrying the weight of his resolve.
