The Final Push
Logan seized the moment, leaping toward the Keeper with his blade raised high. “This ends now!” he shouted, plunging the sword into its core.
The Keeper let out a deafening scream, its form disintegrating into tendrils of darkness that dissipated into the air. The remaining shadow creatures vanished, and the oppressive atmosphere lifted.
The group stood in silence, their breaths heavy.
“Did we do it?” Ryan asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Anna closed the book, its glow fading. “I think… we did.”
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Returning to the Guidance
With the Keeper defeated, the path to the central temple was clear. The group moved cautiously, their exhaustion evident but their spirits high.
As they approached the temple, the guidance spirits appeared, their forms radiant. “You have done well,” one said. “The anchors are restored, and the realm is balanced once more.”
Anna stepped forward, holding the book. “Can we go home now?”
The spirits nodded. “Place the book on the altar
