The shattered realms held their breath.
Altharion, Velian, and Maelis stood on the edge of the fractured world, the remnants of the corrupted Core flickering faintly behind them like a dying star. Yet, the victory was hollow—a whisper in the dark warning of a greater storm still to come.
"Even if the parasite is gone," Maelis said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries, "the wounds it left will never fully heal."
Velian's gaze pierced the horizon, where shadowed clouds swirled in unnatural patterns, threatening to eclipse the sun. "The Eclipse is near. The Final Eclipse—the true reckoning. The moment when shadow and light will clash in a battle beyond time."
Altharion clenched his fists, the last embers of his blood magic burning hot in his veins. "We've fought through death and betrayal. We've bent fate itself. Whatever comes… we face it together."
Behind them, the Veil whispered, fragile but unbroken. The fight was far from over, but hope still flickered.