The Shifting Plane

The aftermath of their battle against the Sentinel left the group in a tense silence. The chamber, once a bastion of mystical power, now lay in ruins. Shattered crystals and fractured runes cast faint shadows on the walls, their glow waning like the dying embers of a fire.

Daniel stepped forward, his legs heavy with exhaustion. Each step sent echoes through the chamber, reverberating against the eerie stillness. The heart of the Forsaken City still pulsed faintly atop its pedestal, a reminder of the immense power they had unearthed.

"We've dealt with its guardian," Mira said, wiping soot from her face, "but I don't think this heart's going to let us walk out without more surprises."

"Surprises I'm not particularly eager to deal with," Kellan muttered, leaning on his hammer. He winced, his armor dented from the fight. "We're running on fumes here. If something else shows up, we're toast."