The aftermath of the battle had left the village in a state of both relief and somber reflection. As the sun rose on a new day, its light illuminated the scars left behind by the conflict. The village was a patchwork of repaired defenses, makeshift bandages, and the quiet resolve of its people.
Elara moved among the villagers, offering what support she could. The battle had taken its toll on everyone, but there was a palpable sense of pride and accomplishment in the air. The enemy had been repelled, but the cost had been high. The defenders, though victorious, bore the marks of their struggle—tired eyes, worn bodies, and the weight of a grim victory.
Morgana and Aric were already at work, their focus on healing the magical wards and assessing any residual damage to the protective barriers. Their magic, though exhausted, was crucial in ensuring the village remained secure from further attacks. Morgana's eyes were heavy with fatigue, but her determination remained unshaken.
