The golden light that had replaced the Rift's oppressive gloom brought a fragile sense of calm to the land, but Adira knew better than to trust it completely. The air was still charged with the echoes of battle, and her instincts whispered that the danger was far from over.
Kael stood apart from the group, his eyes scanning the horizon with an intensity that matched the brooding tension in his posture. Kane, ever watchful, cleaned his blade with deliberate care, his gaze occasionally flickering to Adira. Finn leaned against a jagged rock, his expression unreadable for once as he stared out at the changing sky.
Adira's exhaustion pressed down on her like a lead weight, but her mind refused to rest. Her fingers traced the now-dormant runes on her blade, their faint glow a reminder of the power she had wielded to destroy the Rift.
"Do you feel it?" Kane asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence.
Adira looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "Feel what?"
