For a moment, it seemed as though the island itself was alive, reacting to the disturbance. But then, as suddenly as it had begun, the energy subsided. The crystal dimmed, and the room fell silent.
Ethan stood there, unharmed but visibly shaken. "It's done," he said quietly. "Whatever power was here, it's been neutralized."
The group let out a collective sigh of relief. They had faced the island's darkest secrets and emerged victorious once more. As they made their way back to the surface, the weight of their journey began to lift.
When they finally stepped into the sunlight, the island seemed to greet them with a newfound peace. The air was clear, the birds sang, and the oppressive atmosphere that had once hung over the island was gone.
They returned to their camp, exhausted but triumphant. That night, as they sat around the campfire, they knew they had truly earned their rest. The island's secrets were theirs now, and with them, a sense of closure and hope for the future.
