Morning came gently, casting long shadows across the camp as the first light filtered through the makeshift shelters. I woke to the muted sounds of the camp stirring, the faint clatter of pots and the murmur of conversations. It was a rare moment of calm, a precious reprieve after the turmoil of our recent mission. As I lay there, blinking away the remnants of sleep, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. The destruction of the Heart of Despair was a significant victory, but it was only one step in a long, uncertain journey.
Rising from my bedroll, I stretched, trying to shake off the lingering tension. The air was crisp and carried the scent of damp earth, mingled with the faint aroma of breakfast being prepared. I wandered over to the communal area, where a few guild members were already gathered. There was a sense of quiet resilience in the air, a shared understanding that despite the hardships, we were still standing, still fighting.
