Gifted
The weight of the entity's pronouncement settled upon them. "The power to maintain balance resides within you. Use it wisely." The words echoed in their minds, a cryptic message that offered immense power but no clear instructions.
Shania, ever the pragmatist, was the first to break the silence. "So, the barrier held, Xal'dar is gone for now, and we've gained some celestial power. But what exactly can we do with it?"
Leor, his demonic features etched with concern, shook his head. "I can feel a faint echo within me, a celestial counterpoint to my own demonic nature. But it's raw, untamed."
Seraphina, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade, which no longer crackled with celestial energy, added, "With quite the responsibility".
Azarath, his usual amusement replaced by a flicker of curiosity, glided towards them. "Indeed. Perhaps deciphering what we can now do is the key to understanding this newfound power."