The ruins lay behind them, a crumbled monument to their victory, but the air around the group remained tense. Their footsteps echoed through the narrow stone corridor leading out of the chamber, the faint residue of Abyssal energy still clinging to the walls like a persistent memory.
Ryu tightened his grip on Voidfang, whose faint glow now seemed almost subdued, as if it, too, needed to recover from the battle. He could still feel the shard's presence in his pouch, a quiet but steady thrum against his side. The surge of power it had given him lingered in his muscles, but so did the unease it left behind.
Kaelith walked close beside him, her sharp blue eyes fixed on the path ahead. "The shard's resonance with Voidfang is growing stronger," she said, her voice low. "It helped us here, but it's unpredictable. The Abyss's hold on it may still remain."
