Chapitre 1251: Chapter 1251: Echoes of the Ages

The night sky stretched vast and serene above them, a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped. Rylan stared up at the stars, still catching his breath, the faint glow of the Keystone pulsing steadily in his grip. He could hear the others around him, each one pulling themselves up from the ground, silent for a moment as they tried to comprehend the fact that they had made it back.

"We did it," Lyra whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and relief. She sat up slowly, her hands resting on her staff, the exhaustion evident in her every movement. "We actually did it."

Thorne groaned as he rolled onto his feet, sheathing his sword. "Barely. That place was hell." His voice was rough, the strain of battle still clinging to his words. He glanced over at Rylan, his brow furrowed. "You alright, Rylan?"