Pride

The sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink as Raphael and Zephisto emerged from the ruined city. The air was crisp and clean, a stark contrast to the darkness that had once enveloped the world.

"It's over," Zephisto said, his voice filled with relief. "The realm of shadows is gone."

Raphael nodded. "But our journey is far from over."

They had defeated the darkness, but the world was still a broken place. The war had left its scars, and there was much to be done to rebuild.

As they walked through the ruined city, they encountered survivors. They were a ragged bunch, their faces etched with fear and hardship.

"We need help," one of the survivors said, her voice filled with desperation. "The monsters are still out there, and they're coming back."

Raphael and Zephisto knew they couldn't ignore the survivor's plea. They had fought for a better world, and now it was time to help rebuild it.