An hour passed, and the tension that had settled over the camp began to ease as the guards returned from Roll, their footsteps accompanied by none other than Leader Cyrus. His presence brought a sense of reassurance, a reminder that we were not facing this threat alone. As he approached, he offered a deep nod of thanks, his voice steady yet filled with relief.
"Lord Niko," he said, his gaze sweeping over the camp, "I must thank you. The dark fog is gone, and the skies remain clear. The people of Roll are grateful—more than you know."
I inclined my head, acknowledging his gratitude, but the relief I felt was tempered by the knowledge that the battle was far from over. Cyrus wasted no time, turning to the guards and barking out orders. "Set up the tents. Make sure this camp is fortified. We do not know when the Devourer will return, but we must be prepared."
