The group emerged from the collapsing Nexus into a world caught between light and shadow. The transition was abrupt, the sensations disorienting. One moment, they were fleeing a realm unraveling into chaos; the next, they found themselves standing in an expansive clearing surrounded by a twilight sky. It was neither day nor night, but a liminal space that felt suspended in time.
Elara steadied herself, the Codex still glowing faintly in her hands. She looked around, ensuring everyone had made it through. Aiden was crouched nearby, catching his breath, while Morgana was already scanning their surroundings with a wary gaze. Elias leaned on his sword, his face drawn but determined, and Seraphina hovered above, her wings shimmering faintly. Henry, ever steadfast, stood at the edge of the group, his hammer resting on his shoulder as he kept a watchful eye on the horizon.