The cavernous chamber, now illuminated by the orb's gentle glow, seemed to breathe with a life of its own. As the team gathered their supplies and prepared to leave, the air around them grew heavier, charged with an unfamiliar tension.
Elara, deep in thought, scanned the chamber one last time. The ritual's success had brought a brief respite, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She had learned to trust her instincts, and they were telling her that danger might be closer than they realized.
"Everyone ready?" Elara asked, breaking the silence.
Morgana, checking her magical apparatus, looked up with a frown. "There's a residual disturbance in the magic here. It's faint, but it's there. We should proceed with caution."
Kirin nodded, his eyes scanning the chamber's perimeter. "Agreed. We'll set up a magical ward as we leave to ensure we aren't followed."