The basin settles into dark, clean water. The restored runes cast a muted violet glow across the chamber, while the last traces of rot withdraw into the sealed depths.
Bram
It worked. The fields may have a chance now, but I doubt the city will welcome what we have learned.
Elowen steps beside the basin, bow lowered but ready. In the clear water, the old chain remains visible, each link whole and bright beneath the stone.
Elowen
Your blade did not break the prison. It chose what the elders feared to choose.
Gray-Cloaked Guard
Then the archives are no longer our only proof. The surviving seal answers to him, and the order cannot bury that.
A tremor passes through the spire, gentler than before. Dust drifts from the ceiling, and somewhere above, the wild fields exhale a long breath.
Bram
We should leave before this place decides to close around us. Yllamaris, the next step is yours.