The battlefield lay quiet, bathed in the soft light of dawn. The eldritch shadows had retreated, their presence fading like a nightmare at waking. Aloysius and Kaelis stood among the ruins, the weight of their victory tempered by the knowledge that the war was far from over.
Aloysius touched the talisman, now dim but still warm in his hand. "The source is weakened, but not destroyed. There are others more like that entity lurking beyond the veil."
Kaelis's gaze hardened. "We need to prepare. The balance is fragile. The divine radiation is evolving, and so are the threats tied to it."
As they made their way back to the city, whispers of unrest reached their ears. Rumors of strange powers awakening in other parts of the world, cults growing bolder, and the veil thinning further.
In the depths of his mind, Aloysius replayed the visions the entity had forced upon him fragments of a cosmic design, ancient betrayals, and a looming threat that transcended even the fallen gods.
He knew that to protect the fragile peace, he would have to delve deeper into the mysteries of the Radiant Veil, confront old allies and new enemies, and face the darkness within himself.
The path ahead was uncertain, but Aloysius's resolve was unwavering.
The true battle for the fate of worlds had only just begun.