The aftermath of the storm battle left Aetheria trembling. Kaelen, Liora, and Seris gathered atop the shattered spire, gazing out over the fractured skies. The relic pulsed faintly in Kaelen's hand, a reminder of their narrow victory—and the darkness still lurking.
Seris's voice broke the silence. "The Shadow's retreat was only temporary. Lord Obsidian's defeat has bought us time, but the true war begins now. The relics are awakening their defenses, and the realm's balance remains fragile."
Liora looked toward the horizon, her expression grim. "The other relics won't be so easy to claim. Each realm is guarded by ancient protectors, and the Shadow's influence grows stronger with every passing moment."
Kaelen clenched his fist around the relic. "We must move quickly. The longer the shadows spread, the harder it will be to restore the balance. We'll split up—each of us will pursue the next relic, and we'll meet again at the Heart of the Sky."
Seris nodded solemnly. "Remember, the true enemy is not just the Shadow Realm, but the chaos that threatens to consume all of the Shattered Realms. Trust in your strength—and in each other."
As they prepared to depart, dark clouds churned above, signaling that the storm was far from over. The battle for the elemental balance had only just begun, and the echoes of convergence would resonate across all worlds.