The dust settled around them as the rift began to close, but the silence that followed felt almost unnatural. The once-thriving hum of dark energy had gone, leaving only the faint echoes of its passing. Marcus stood, panting, his sword still crackling with residual light. The Radiant Strike had been powerful, but even now, he could feel the tremors of the Warden's anger resonating in the very ground beneath him.
Elara, still keeping her distance from the now-weakened Warden, shot Marcus a sharp look. "Did you really think you could close it that easily?" she asked, her voice low and steady despite the chaos.
