As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the group gathered around, their spirits high despite the challenges they had faced. They had revelations to process, wounds to heal, but they also had a path to follow.
Benjo, his nightmare still fresh in his mind, broke the silence. "We have a lot to do," he said, his voice steady. "We've defeated the warlock, but Lumina still needs us."
His words were met with nods of agreement. They were the protectors of Lumina, and they had a responsibility to fulfil.
They spent the day planning, strategizing, preparing for the journey ahead. They had to restore Lumina, to heal the scars left by the warlock. They had to ensure that no one else was lured by the intoxicating power of dark magic.
As the day drew to a close, they were ready. They had a plan, they had each other, and they had the determination to see it through.
The path ahead was uncertain, filled with unknown challenges. But they were not afraid. They were the chosen ones, the protectors of Lumina. And together, they would face whatever came their way.