Damien and Mira emerged from the lair, stepping back into daylight. The ominous weight of their journey lifted slightly as warm sunlight bathed the forest clearing. Exhausted but victorious, they felt the silence that followed their final battle against the Sorrow King.
“Feels like the world’s breathing again,” Mira whispered, taking in the bright surroundings.
Damien nodded, his hardened features softening for the first time in days. “He’s gone. But we’re far from finished.”
A bird chirped in a nearby tree, and Damien’s hand instinctively moved toward his weapon. Mira chuckled softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re free to relax now, Damien. Just for a moment.”