The world felt different. The air hung heavy, thick with the weight of what had just transpired. Elara remained kneeling on the cold stone floor, her eyes still fixed on the spot where Morgana had disappeared. She couldn't move. Every breath felt shallow, forced, as if the world itself had been drained of life in the wake of Morgana's sacrifice.
Kirin's voice finally broke the silence. "Elara… we have to go."
His words felt distant, muffled by the overwhelming grief coursing through her. The Rift was closed. They had succeeded. But the victory tasted bitter, hollow. Elara had never imagined that the cost of saving the world would be losing one of the people she loved most.