The early morning mist clung to the forest as Elara and her team made their way back to the stronghold. The arduous journey had left them weary, but the successful ritual had provided a glimmer of hope amid the encroaching darkness. Yet, the victories came with a price, and the looming threat of the ancient forces weighed heavily on their minds.
As they approached the stronghold, the sun broke through the clouds, casting warm light over the fortress. It was a welcome contrast to the cold, dark aura of the ruins they had just left behind. Despite the beauty of the dawn, Elara felt the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her more than ever.
Upon their arrival, Elara was immediately summoned to a meeting with Lord Darius and the council. The recent developments and the urgent nature of their mission demanded a swift and coordinated response. She took a deep breath before entering the council chamber, her expression resolute despite her fatigue.
