As they made their way back through the winding corridors of the Keep, the atmosphere had changed drastically. The oppressive weight of the dark magic that had once permeated the air was gone, replaced by a sense of calm that was almost surreal. The very walls seemed to breathe with relief, the ancient runes no longer glowing with a sinister light but with a gentle, warm radiance that guided them out.
Elara walked at the head of the group, her thoughts drifting between the events that had just transpired and what lay ahead. They had succeeded in cleansing the heart of the Keep, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this victory was just one battle in a much larger war. The Weavers, the mysterious group that had been manipulating events from the shadows, were still out there, and their plans were far from thwarted.