As the dust of the battle settled, a palpable sense of relief washed over Victor and his friends. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their bodies battered and bruised, but they were still standing. Callie, with her remarkable healing abilities, worked tirelessly to tend to their wounds. Her hands emitted a soothing, magical aura that closed wounds and eased their pain.
While they rested amidst the wreckage of the elven assault, Lyra struck up a hushed conversation with Leo. Her admiration for his bravery during the battle shone in her eyes. She began to recount her own journey, sharing tales of the enigmatic sword Kaldor and the purpose that had driven her into this perilous quest. Leo listened with rapt attention, his curiosity piqued by the story of a warrior's relentless pursuit of truth.
