The wind howled across the plateau as the group stood, panting and bruised. The monstrous creature had been vanquished, but the victory felt hollow. Emily wiped the sweat from her brow, her eyes flicking toward the others. Exhaustion weighed heavily on their shoulders, and the dark clouds above mirrored the gloom in their hearts.
The relic around Emily's neck throbbed faintly, a steady pulse that had grown increasingly insistent since their escape. She clutched it instinctively, feeling the strange warmth it radiated, but there was something different about it now. The power was shifting, stirring like a restless beast, as though sensing the proximity to their goal. It left Emily uneasy. The last time the relic's power had surged, it nearly consumed her. She wasn't sure she could control it again if it came to that.
"We're not done," Emily said quietly, her voice carrying across the empty plateau.