"Well, thanks for the appreciation," I said with a small smile. "But where do we go next? The mountain range… or Dahlia?"
Azalea's expression shifted, just slightly. The light in her eyes grew more focused as she replied, "The mountain range must be dealt with last. Let me retrieve the fragment that Dahlia is guarding. I need to grow stronger before I face the final one."
I gave a firm nod, understanding the weight of her words.Then, with a thought, I dismissed Silver, sending him back into the core. I barely had enough Essence left to keep him materialized any longer.
She raised her hand, and with a quiet pulse of power, the pocket space around us folded in on itself.
In moments, we were back on the island—the broken ruins resting quietly under a calm sky. No more Deathmist, no swirling danger. Just silence, as if the land had been holding its breath this entire time.
