The quiet aftermath of the battle hung heavy in the air as Elara, Kael, and Morgana made their way out of the Citadel. The weight of the Abyss's defeat didn't feel like a victory. The ley lines, though no longer corrupted, were fragile, their once-thrumming energy now an unstable murmur beneath the surface of the world. Every step Elara took felt like walking on the edge of a blade, one misstep away from disaster.
Kael walked beside her in silence, his brow furrowed in deep thought. Morgana trailed slightly behind, still clutching her staff as if she feared the ground might crumble beneath her feet. The fatigue of the battle weighed on all of them, but there was no time to rest.
"We can't leave the ley lines in this state," Morgana finally said, breaking the silence. "It's not just this region—this instability could ripple across the world. Without balance, magic could falter, or worse… become uncontrollable."