The return to the stronghold was a solemn procession. Elara, Seraphina, and the rest of their team were met with a mix of relief and anxiety from the defenders who had remained behind. The fortress was now secure, but the battle had left its mark on them all. Exhaustion etched itself into their faces, and the weight of their recent struggles lingered in their eyes.
Lord Darius awaited them at the entrance, his expression a blend of concern and relief. As they approached, he took in their tired forms and the grim look of victory on Elara's face.
"Welcome back," Lord Darius said, his voice reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Tell me everything."
Elara nodded, leading him and the council into a private chamber. Once they were seated, she began to recount the events in detail: the rise of the ancient fortress, the dark entities, the battle, and their ultimate victory. She described the altar's destruction and the purging of the remaining dark magic.
