The sanctuary was quiet.
Elias stood at the center of the chamber, his eyes fixed on the Primordial Light. The crystal pulsed with its gentle rhythm, casting warm patterns across the walls. The battle with the void was over, but the memory of it lingered like a scar. He could still feel the cold press of the darkness against his skin, the weight of millennia of evil trying to consume him.
He had won. But the victory felt hollow.
The shadow stirred inside him. You are troubled.
Elias nodded slowly. "I am. The void was defeated, but it wasn't destroyed. It's still out there, waiting. And I can't shake the feeling that it's planning something. Something worse."
The void is patient. It has waited for millennia. It will wait longer if it has to. But you have proven that you can defeat it.
