The hooded figures lifted their silver amulets higher, and a new pulse of energy radiated outward. Camelia flinched as a wave of warmth and pressure washed over her. It wasn't just divine power—it was something far older, something deeply tied to the ancient balance of the world.
A wind picked up, rustling the trees, yet the sky remained eerily motionless. The Keeper of Light lifted a hand, its fingers seeming to dissolve into streaks of illumination. "The Abyss remains sealed, but its presence lingers," it spoke, its tone calm yet powerful. "The shards were scattered, but their influence will persist until the cycle ends."
The cycle? Camelia's heart pounded. The idea of a cycle meant that everything they had been fighting was only a temporary reprieve. If this entity spoke the truth, then sealing Lucifer's essence had not been the final step. The war between light and darkness was not over—it was merely in transition.
