Rewards

Leon, Roselia, and Roman stood silently, watching the crumbling ruins disintegrate bit by bit into black ash that scattered into the sky. The once-imposing dungeon, filled with despair and agony, was now reduced to nothing but a barren wasteland atop the mountain.

"It's over," Roman said, his voice steady as he gazed at the desolate landscape. Only the emptiness remained—a stark contrast to the chaos that once engulfed this place.

Leon, however, had his attention on something else. A tiny figure hovered in front of him—a palm-sized spirit surrounded by a faint, shimmering glow. It was Milly, the Little Rain Spirit, who now danced gracefully in mid-air, droplets of rain gently falling around her as if by magic.