The companions stood in silence as the radiant glow of the heart dimmed slightly, its immense energy still pulsing softly through the chamber. Though they had emerged victorious, the air was heavy with an unspoken tension. The crystalline structure before them—the heart of the Divide—was no ordinary prize.
Kael tightened his grip on his sword, his body still aching from the trial. "We made it this far," he said, his voice cutting through the silence, "but I doubt the Divide is going to let us walk away this easily."
Elara, her hands resting on her knees, looked up at him, sweat and soot streaking her face. "The heart feels... alive. Almost as if it's waiting for something."
Liora approached the glowing artifact, her footsteps hesitant but deliberate. The fragment in her hands resonated with the heart, their energies intertwining like two halves of the same whole. She paused just a few steps away, her gaze fixed on the crystalline core.