The air was thick with tension as the group gathered in the remnants of the shattered sanctuary. Emily, her hands still trembling from the battle they narrowly survived, stood at the center, her eyes scanning the faces around her. Aiden was quiet, his expression unreadable, though his grip on his sword betrayed his unease. Thalia knelt by Seraphina, who was still unconscious from her efforts to channel the powers of the Light. Caelum, hovering just above the ground, watched the perimeter with a wary gaze, as if expecting the Abyss to rear its head again at any moment.
"Survival is just the beginning," Emily murmured, her voice barely audible above the faint crackling of dying embers in the distance.
Aiden stepped closer, his brow furrowed. "What did you say?"