Leave the sanctuary.

"She's been shown her place." You muse. "Made to see the error of her ways. Let's leave this place, leave the demon sealed away."

Taking one last look at the fallen Spirit, Donald nods in agreement. You chuckle inwardly, unable to believe what's just transpired. For you to be able to influence Donald to take such a drastic action. It bodes well for any future diplomatic efforts.

The two of you stride out of the sanctuary. As you leave, the heavy stone barrier rises back up, sealing the Lady's retreat in place, as if you'd never even entered.

"Without my blood, she should be stuck again, yeah?" Donald wonders. "I'm hardly knowledgeable about these things."

"It makes a certain form of sense, my friend." You respond.

Next, the two of you saddle up, riding back down the mountain trail you came up. After around ten minutes, you hear another rumbling, a profound one this time. Donald's horse nearly throws the pair of you, you see snow dislodged from the branches of the nearby pines.

"What was that?" Donald wonders, his eyes returning to the sanctuary peak.

"Nothing." You slur. "A natural shifting of the land. Or else, some foul illusion of the demoness."

"Perhaps. Come, we should be away." Donald decides, spurring his mount on.