The chamber's light flickered gently as Riven, Kael, and Lysara gathered their strength. Though the darkness was vanquished, an uneasy silence settled over them.
Riven's gaze drifted downward, eyes haunted. "That shadow... it wasn't just a beast. It was a part of me. Every regret, every failure I buried deep inside."
Kael placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "You faced it. That's what matters. No more running."
Lysara nodded. "We all carry burdens, but together, we can overcome."
A sudden crack echoed from the pool of black liquid. The surface rippled violently.
From within, a figure emerged—cloaked, eyes glowing with a cold, familiar light.
"Did you really think it would be that easy?" the stranger whispered.
Riven stiffened. "Who are you?"
The figure smiled darkly. "I am the memory you tried to erase. The choice you refused to make."
Kael tightened his grip on his sword. "We won't be trapped by ghosts."
The stranger laughed, a sound like shattering glass. "This is just the beginning of your reckoning."
The chamber grew colder, shadows creeping back.
Lysara whispered, "We're going to need more than strength this time."
Riven met their eyes, determination burning anew.
"Then let's prepare. Whatever comes next, we face it as one."