As the fiery dawn spread across the shattered skies, silence fell over the battlefield. The oppressive storm that had threatened to consume all realities was finally quelled, its shadows burned away by the Eternal Flame.
Kael stood amid the smoldering ruins, chest heaving with exhaustion but eyes burning with resolve. Around him, Lysara and Riven regrouped, their faces showing both relief and cautious vigilance.
But the victory was far from complete.
From the edges of the battlefield, faint ripples of disturbance pulsed through the air—echoes of other realms still unbalanced, threads of chaos threatening to unravel the fragile peace.
Lysara stepped forward, her voice steady but urgent. "The storm was but a symptom. The true enemy remains hidden, manipulating from the shadows."
Riven's spectral sword hummed faintly. "We must track down the source before the realms fracture beyond repair."
Kael clenched his fists. "Then we have no time to waste. Our fight is only beginning."
In the distance, a new portal shimmered—a gateway to an unknown world, flickering with mysterious energies.
Kael glanced at his allies. "Let's move. Whatever awaits, we face it together."
With determined steps, they crossed through the portal, stepping into the unknown to confront the growing threat to all existence.