The fog had dispersed, but the weight of its presence lingered in the air like a distant memory. Amelia stood at the edge of the clearing, her grip tight around the amulet. The golden light had faded to a soft, steady glow, but its warmth remained, a comforting presence against the chill of the night.

For a long moment, she just stood there, catching her breath, her heart still racing from the encounter. The town of Grimsley looked almost normal now, the fog gone and the twisted shadows no longer lurking in the corners of her vision. But she knew it wasn’t over. It was never over, not completely.