As they made their way deeper into the Hollow Depths, Callan couldn't shake the feeling that the battle had been too easy. The demon lord had been powerful, but not invincible. And something about its defeat didn't sit right with him.
Ren kept his distance, watching Callan with a mix of concern and suspicion. "You're not telling me everything."
Callan shook his head. "I don't know what to tell you."
They entered the heart of the ruins, where the true center of the cult's ritual lay. The ground here was slick with a strange, black ichor, and the air was thick with the scent of something ancient and foul.
At the center of it all stood a towering monolith, covered in the same dark runes that had been etched into the altar. It pulsed with an eerie light, and Callan felt his skin prickle as they approached.
"This is it," Ren said, his voice low. "This is what they were after."
Callan nodded. "And we need to destroy it before it destroys everything."