The Ethereal Forge's trials had pushed them to their limits, but their bonds had held, their synergy was a testament to their relentless preparation.
They collapsed in the library, the only place that felt like home after such a day, their beasts sprawling nearby.
The bloom, ash, and runic crystal joined the other relics on the table, their glow was a constellation of their journey. Kelvin leaned against the wall and his gauntlet was still warm, Xerion's fire was a steady pulse in his soul.
"We are pillars now," he said, his voice was hoarse but resolute. "The Inner Sanctum is ours."
Darius grinned, tossing a soulstone with a weary hand. "Told you we had crushed it. Rhoam is the real MVP, though."
Rhoam growled, nudging Darius, who laughed, the sound eased the tension.