The team emerged from the Silent Fortress, stepping into the cold, desolate expanse outside its walls. With each breath, they exhaled the stale air of the fortress, embracing the openness beyond its oppressive halls. The sky above was painted with ominous shades of deep gray and violent purple, a stark contrast to the silence that clung to the fortress walls. It was as if the entire realm had shifted while they were within, darkening in response to their victory.
They took a moment to regroup. Canila held the relic they had claimed from the Spirit of Vengeance, a smooth, pulsing orb containing ancient power. Its glow illuminated their faces with a faint ethereal light, a reminder of the trials they had overcome and the strength they had unlocked. But he knew, as they all did, that their journey was far from over. This was only the beginning of the greater trials awaiting them.