Epilogue

A few months had passed since the battle to retake the Sanctum, and The Chain had been restored to peace. Rhashid, now the leader of the CaraCult, had led his people to rebuild the Sanctum to its former glory. The halls once again echoed with the sound of Initiates learning and training.

"This is a new beginning for CaraCult and The Chain," Rhashid told Saira, who stood beside him. "We've come a long way since the fall of the Sanctum."

"We have," Saira agreed with a smile. "And it's all thanks to you, Rhashid."

Rhashid shook his head. "It wasn't just me. It was all of us. Together, we fought for what we believed in, and we won."

As they gazed out at the bustling halls, they noticed a group of new initiates training.

"They are the future of The Chain," Saira said, pointing at them.

"They are," Rhashid replied. "And it's up to us to ensure their future is bright."

Deep inside a hidden cave, far away from the Sanctum, a dark figure in a black robe chanted and tended to a green flame. He laughed maniacally as the flame grew bigger.