The aftermath of the battle was eerie. The Hollow Depths, once teeming with dark energy, had fallen silent. The monolith, its power broken, lay in ruins, its once-glowing runes now dim and lifeless.
But Callan couldn't shake the feeling that the battle was far from over. He had stopped the summoning, yes, but the demon lord's words still echoed in his mind. He was the last of the Demon Generals. The blood of the ancient warriors ran through his veins.
Ren helped him to his feet, his expression grim. "What now?"
"I don't know," Callan muttered, his thoughts clouded with doubt. "But whatever happens next, I have to face it. All of it."
Ren's eyes narrowed. "You're not alone in this, Callan. Whatever they throw at you, we'll face it together."
Callan nodded, though he wasn't sure if he believed it. The sword in his hand felt heavier than ever, as though it were pulling him in a direction he couldn't quite understand.
But one thing was certain: the past was far from finished with him.