The adrenaline from the battle with the guardians was beginning to fade, leaving Ethan weaker than before. He leaned heavily against a crumbling pillar in the hidden chamber of the old church, Sarah’s hand a steadying presence on his arm. The gauntlet, still radiating a faint warmth, felt heavier now, a tangible reminder of the power he'd briefly wielded and the price he'd likely have to pay for it.