The first light of dawn painted the forest in soft gold, a stark contrast to the crimson shadows of the night before. Noona, Alice, Lisa, and Sky stood together, their bodies tired but their spirits unbroken.
The curse had been broken. The whispers of the fallen had faded, leaving a serene silence in its place. The forest seemed to breathe again, alive with the gentle rustle of leaves and the song of distant birds.
Noona sheathed her blade and turned to her friends. "We did it… together."
Alice smiled faintly, her eyes reflecting relief and lingering worry. "The curse is gone, but we must remain vigilant. Darkness can rise in many forms."
Lisa laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Well, at least we earned a peaceful morning. Finally."
Sky placed a hand on Noona's shoulder. "And we face whatever comes next… as a team."
For a moment, they stood in silence, letting the warmth of dawn fill them. The battle had ended, but life continued, full of possibilities and new challenges.
Noona gazed at the horizon, feeling a sense of hope she hadn't felt in centuries. "We survived the shadows. Together, we can face anything."
Somewhere in the distance, the forest whispered secrets of the past, hinting at mysteries still waiting to be uncovered. But for now, the world was at peace, and the four heroes could finally rest—if only for a moment.
Noona gazed at the horizon, feeling a sense of hope she hadn't felt in centuries. The golden glow of dawn kissed the treetops, scattering light across the misty valley. Each breath of the morning air tasted of freedom, fragile yet real.
"We survived the shadows," she whispered, her voice trembling with both exhaustion and relief. Her hand brushed against the cool grass, grounding her in the present. "Together, we can face anything."
The others stood beside her in silence—Dr. Naphat, whose calm eyes reflected both wisdom and hidden grief; Kieran, the swordsman with scars that told stories of battles lost and won; and Elira, her silver hair catching the sun like threads of moonlight. They had fought, bled, and nearly perished, yet here they were, alive beneath a sky washed clean by dawn.
Somewhere in the distance, the forest whispered secrets of the past—ancient songs carried by the wind, rustling through leaves that had seen kingdoms rise and fall. The sound was almost mournful, as though reminding them that their victory was not the end. Mysteries still lingered in the roots of the earth, shadows waiting in forgotten ruins.
But for now, the world was at peace. Birds dared to sing again, timid at first, then with jubilant chorus. The four heroes could finally rest—if only for a fleeting moment.