Zia and Elysia emerged from the Glimmering Caverns, the artifact carefully wrapped in cloth and hidden within Zia's satchel. The moon hung high above, casting a silver glow across the forest path as they made their way back to camp. Zia felt the weight of their journey settling over her, but there was a quiet joy blossoming within her—a new warmth she hadn't allowed herself to feel before. Leon's quiet presence lingered beside her, closer than ever, and she couldn't ignore the way her heart seemed to skip whenever he spoke.
"Zia," Leon's voice drifted into her mind, soft and familiar. "That was incredible. I don't know how you found the strength to resist the illusions back there."
Zia looked down, a faint smile playing at her lips. "I couldn't have done it alone, Leon. You kept me focused. I knew you were there, guiding me through it all."
Elysia, walking ahead, gave a small smile as she listened. "It seems our thief has finally found someone worth trusting."