With the Overlord defeated, the team spent the following hours purging the remaining corruption from the Devouring Whale Ocean.
The Devouring Whale Clan, now free from the virus's influence, cautiously emerged from the depths. Their leader's fall had left them shaken but relieved, and the ocean's oppressive energy began to dissipate.
Aurielle floated lazily in the water, her violet flux forming small ripples around her.
She flashed a wide grin. "Well, that's another one for the history books. I think we've earned a bit of downtime. Maybe a celebratory feast?"
Ted smirked, but his tone remained grounded. "Feast later. We're not done yet."
Linsley, his Real Fantasy gift shimmering faintly, conjured a map of the Diviner World.
The glowing projection showed patches of crimson scattered across the globe—small remnants of the Outer Gods' corruption that still lingered in isolated pockets.