In the days that followed, tranquility began to settle over the Elven lands. The scars from the Great Calamity's attack were visible across the palace grounds and the villages beyond, but Elven Magic worked tirelessly to mend the damage.
Charred remains of walls and upturned earth that once spoke of war started to transformed into rejuvenated gardens and flowering meadows. The Elves were confident their Magic would restore every piece of their homeland, no matter the destruction.
Erend and Eccar, though healing well under the care of the Elven healers, carried layers of weariness from their battles. Injuries had built up from months of fighting, and no potion or spell could erase their exhaustion overnight. Yet, they felt relief in the calm and took solace in the absence of immediate threats.
One evening, Erend managed to reach Arty through their connected mind. Her voice filled with relief upon hearing his voice.
