Berry had barely caught his breath when he felt an unsettling chill creep up his spine. He glanced nervously at the now-quiet shack, wondering if the miasma was truly gone. Clover had secured the purification crystal, its light slowly dimming as the last of the dark energy was sealed away. But something still felt... off.
"Clover," Berry started, his voice tinged with worry, "do you think it's really over?"
Clover paused, her brow furrowing as she considered his question. "It should be," she replied cautiously. "The crystal worked, and the miasma is contained. Why? Do you feel something?"
Berry nodded, unease growing in the pit of his stomach. "It's just... I don't know. It feels like there's something still here, like a shadow or—"