As Ryuto and his companions exited the shadowed fortress, the morning sun finally broke through the clouds, casting a soft light over the mountain path. The oppressive weight of Xyldrin's dark energy had lifted, leaving behind a calm, almost surreal quiet. The air felt lighter, cleaner, as if the very atmosphere had been purged of something foul and ancient.
They made their way back down the mountain path, each member of the team lost in thought, processing the intense battle they had just survived. Ryuto led the way, his sword sheathed but his hand resting on the hilt, still alert. Beside him, Celeste walked with her staff gently glowing, the remnants of her protective magic dissipating as they moved farther from the fortress. She glanced at Ryuto, a mixture of exhaustion and pride in her eyes.
"That was… something," she said, her voice carrying the weight of their shared struggle.