The sun had barely risen, casting a pale light across the city of Eldoria. The battle with Velas and the Abyss had ended, but the scars it left behind were deep. The streets were littered with debris, shadows clinging to the edges as if refusing to let go completely. Yet, there was a strange calm, a quiet that whispered of both victory and the weight of the cost.
Emily stood atop the Scholar's Tower, her breathing still ragged from the confrontation. Her body ached in ways she had never known, and the mark of the Abyss burned beneath her skin—a reminder of the darkness she had faced and embraced.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Alaric asked, his voice tinged with concern as he stood beside her, scanning the horizon.