The Guardians stood together, the remnants of the battle still fresh in the air, their bodies bruised and their spirits worn. The shattered spire of obsidian lay in ruins around them, the echoes of their victory still reverberating through the desolate landscape. The sky, once crimson and oppressive, now shimmered with the first light of dawn, casting a soft glow over the aftermath.
Elara looked at the Codex, its energy now subdued, as if it too had felt the strain of the battle. The final fragment was secure, but its weight in her hands seemed heavier than ever. The journey was not over, not by any stretch of the imagination. The Void had been vanquished, but the world they had fought to protect still lay in tatters, scarred by the corruption that had seeped into every corner of their reality.
"Do you think it's truly over?" Seraphina's voice broke through the silence, a question hanging in the air.