Dawn had finally broken over the ancient city, its first rays slowly dispelling the lingering shadows of a long and tumultuous night. Yet even as light bathed the weathered stone of the council hall, a palpable tension filled the air—a silent promise that the struggle for unity was far from over. The relics, once scattered symbols of hope and despair alike, now stood arranged in a sacred circle: the Heart of the Veil, the Anchor of Light, the Mirror of Truth, the Eclipsed Crown, the Shard of Remembrance, the Nightshard, the Twilight Keystone, and the Dawnstone. Together, they pulsed with a steady, harmonious glow, as if resonating with the very heartbeat of the covenant.