The city of Arcanis awoke to a new day, its bustling streets alive with activity, yet the shadow of the Abyss still hung over Marcus, Elara, and Selene. They had defeated the Abyssal Herald, destroyed the crystal that served as the heart of its influence, but Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that their victory had been nothing more than a fleeting reprieve. The Abyss was still out there, growing stronger, and they had only scratched the surface of its true plans.
The trio walked through the busy market district of Arcanis, the morning sun casting long shadows across the cobblestones. But even as the city carried on with its usual routine, Marcus could feel the tension in the air—a subtle change, like the calm before a storm.
"Do you think it's over?" Elara asked, her voice low as she walked beside Marcus.
