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The Frosted Wastes were behind them, but the chill of Frost's words lingered in Blakely's mind like a shadow. They had narrowly stopped the Elemental Queen of Ice from corrupting the Glacial Altar, but the victory felt fragile. The balance of the elements was still hanging by a thread, and the threat of Miasma and the other elemental rulers loomed ever closer.
As Blakely, Maven, and Iris journeyed back toward the Ursa Minor Guild Hall, their steps were heavy with exhaustion. Matcha, still recovering from the injuries he'd sustained shielding Blakely during the battle, walked beside her with a slow, lumbering gait. His normally soft, warm fur was still streaked with icy patches, though Blakely had done her best to heal him along the way.
