The return of Aurelian was a momentous occasion, and the assembly rejoiced with a palpable energy. Aurelian's determined gaze met each person, and approving nods rippled through the crowd, followed by enthusiastic applause.
"Welcome, my mentor," Ignatius greeted warmly, basking in Aurelian's return. However, Aurelian couldn't resist a playful jab, addressing Ignatius as the "little tortoise." Although intended in jest, it slightly irritated Ignatius, a sentiment carefully hidden beneath a courteous smile.
Amidst the laughter and banter, Evangeline, a ray of light in these serious times, emerged with a chuckle. But this time, Seraphim's demeanor was unsettlingly hostile towards her. A sudden surge of magic propelled towards Evangeline, an attack aiming to eliminate her. Evangeline, displaying agility and poise, swiftly retaliated, conjuring balls of ice magic that froze Seraphim. The speed of the encounter left Aurelian helpless, unable to intervene before Evangeline ran out of energy.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, the exhaustion evident in her voice. Aurelian extended a helping hand, concern etched across his face. He questioned the authenticity of Evangeline's identity, suspecting Elara's deceptive disguise.
"Did Elara use my appearance?" Evangeline inquired, seeking confirmation from Aurelian, who nodded solemnly. Frustrated by the dangerous manipulations of Elara, she vented her anger.
Meanwhile, Ignatius carefully examined Seraphim, focusing on her reddened eyelids. He disclosed the grim truth about the attack on Seraphim's energy core, leaving them all grappling with the implications of Elara's actions.
Intrigued, Aurelian sought further information. "What happened to her energy core?" he asked, delving into the gravity of the situation. Ignatius explained the sinister scheme—Elara's malevolent plan to steal Seraphim's essence.
Aurelian's determination surged. He asserted the need to confront Elara and reclaim what was stolen, bracing for a battle that might determine the fate of their realm. However, Evangeline, weakened and drained, opposed the idea firmly, fearing the consequences of a hasty decision.
"Absolutely not," she whispered, her voice laden with exhaustion and apprehension, sparking a clash of convictions within the group.