The dragons came down on the high plateaux, and long shadows spread across the battle area. Ryvarr moved up to the Guardians, his countenance solemn and deferent.
"You have accomplished what many considered impossible," the dragon said. "The rift is closed, and the stain of the Void from here has been expelled. The dragons are prepared to uphold our bargain."
With Lyra and Caelum beside him to help him up to his feet, Aiden continued, "This was just one fight, but the Void still lurks, waiting there. It is not going to give up until it has led everything into utter destruction. We need to prepare for what is to come."
Ryvarr nodded. "You're wise to see the bigger picture," he said. "Sealing of this rift has bought us time, but the war is far from over. You will need to unite all of Eldoria's forces if we are to have a chance."
The Guardians exchanged tired but resolute glances. They had crossed the Void and lived; now they knew that was only the start of things. This was to be a long, grueling road, but they were prepared to march it together.
With the shard tucked safely in place, they couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope as they descended from Drak'thar. They had looked in the darkness and come out on top. And though that shadow of the Void would always darken the landscape, they were going to fight for that light.