As the battlefield grew quiet, the team regrouped. The destruction of the obelisk had cost them dearly, but the victory was undeniable.

Roland leaned on his shield, breathing heavily. “Two down. How many more to go?”

Cassian approached, his bow slung over his shoulder. “Too many,” he said. “But we’re making progress.”

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Damien stood over the remains of the obelisk, his thoughts racing. Each obelisk they destroyed brought them closer to the heart of the enemy’s power. But it also raised more questions.

Eryndor’s words echoed in his mind: These artifacts were part of a larger network.

“What’s wrong?” Lyra asked, noticing his distant gaze.

Damien shook his head. “I’m just thinking. If these obelisks are connected, then destroying them might be drawing their attention. We need to be ready for whatever comes next.”