In the quiet aftermath of chaos, the remnants of the temple shimmered with a faint, golden glow. Light slowly seeped into the shadows, revealing cracks in the once impenetrable darkness. The air still thrummed with residual energy—threads of hope woven into the fabric of oracles and warriors alike.
The Moon Guardian stood at the threshold of the broken chamber, her breath steady, her staff unslung but close to her side. Her gaze lingered on the diminishing form of the girl, who now floated beneath a cascade of shimmering light, her trembling figure softly flickering like a dying star. The silence was profound, filled only with the distant hum of dawn stirring beyond the temple's ruins.
She knew this was only the beginning.
