The silence that followed the defeat of the shadow creature felt both comforting and unsettling. The air around them, once thick with the oppressive weight of darkness, was now still. The only sound was the distant echo of the land's slow healing, a hum that filled the space like the deep breath of something alive.
Elara, still kneeling beside the obelisk, could feel the power of the relic beginning to ebb. Her body was drained, every muscle heavy and sore, but a strange peace settled over her mind. They had done it. The corruption that had threatened to engulf everything had been stopped—at least for now.
But Elara knew better than to think this was over. The threat might have been momentarily contained, but something deep within her stirred uneasily. The power they had just tapped into was immense, and with it came the unmistakable sensation of something more to be uncovered.