The portal shimmered softly beneath the branches of the World Tree.
Unlike the unstable rift that had brought them into the Hidden Realm, this one radiated a calm, golden light. Ancient runes circled its edges, each glowing in harmony with the heartbeat of the True Heart beneath the sanctuary.
John stood before it without moving.
Something tugged at his instincts.
Not danger.
A feeling that if he left now...
This chapter of his journey would truly come to an end.
He looked back one last time.
The World Tree towered proudly over the valley, its crown stretching into the heavens. Countless spirits danced among its branches, their laughter carried by the wind. The crystal rivers reflected the morning sun, and flowers had already begun blooming where corruption had once spread.
The Hidden Realm was alive again.
Not perfect.
But alive.
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Caelis slowly walked beside him.
"You'll miss it."
John smiled.
"I think I will."
The old mage rested both hands atop his staff.
