The air outside the temple felt different now, lighter yet charged with a strange vibrancy. As Luke, Ava, and Raven stepped out of the ancient structure, they were greeted by a landscape transformed. The mountains stood proud and majestic, their jagged peaks reaching toward a sky that seemed clearer, more vibrant. The oppressive darkness that had hung over the land for so long was gone, replaced by a soft golden glow that spread across the horizon.
The three stood in silence for a moment, taking in the sight. They had emerged victorious from the trials, but something about the world around them told Luke that their journey was far from over. The power they now held—the power of the temple—was immense, and with it came responsibilities they were only beginning to comprehend.
Ava broke the silence, her voice soft but resolute. "It feels... different."