The exit of the temple was wrapped in a strange calm. Elysiel and Seraphis walked in silence, absorbing the revelations the ancient text had given them. The image of the children remained vivid in both their minds, bringing forth emotions they still did not fully understand. Those small, familiar faces, with features that seemed a blend of their own, were both unsettling and comforting. Elysiel felt an increasing urgency to understand what that vision truly meant.
As they moved through the corridors of the ruins, the darkness around them felt less oppressive, as if the temple, satisfied with what they had uncovered, was allowing them passage. Elysiel, however, noticed something different in her light magic; it no longer shone as it had before. Instead of the usual pure glow, there was a shadow mingling with the brightness, as though the very darkness had infiltrated her essence.
